Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, you have to hire the best photographer to have the best images.

Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.

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I'm Not Too Young

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I’m not THAT young. At nineteen, I’m very mature for my age. Ask any of the parents I babysit for. They all love and trust me. They say I’m very responsible and reliable, so why won’t you let me be responsible for your orgasms?

Sure, sure. You’ve been friends with my Dad for longer than I’ve been alive, but what does that really matter? I’ve seen the way you look at me. The subtle ways you have to adjust yourself so no one else sees your erection. I’m not too young for you to fuck, so give in already.

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You’re standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing my black lace lingerie. The garter belt, stockings, and heels are all in place, but the sight of you in my panties and bra is a shock. You look stunning, but I’m not sure how I feel about you wearing my things. I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You know, I didn’t think you had the balls to wear my lingerie,” I say, my voice a low purr. You jump, startled, and turn to face me. Your cheeks flush a deep red, and I can see the bulge in your panties. “I thought you were just a good girl, but I guess I was wrong.”

You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “I thought it would be fun to surprise you,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna decided to adopt a new, pretty little slut. She took her by the hand and brought her upstairs to her boudoir. Then Mommy Anna sat her down and undressed her from head to toe. Mommy Anna told her it was time to make her up into her slutty little doll. Fist, she brushed her hair, ‘’A hundred strokes should get rid of all the knots’’ Mommy Anna said. Next Mommy Anna applied makeup to her beautiful little slut’s face: some purple eyeshadow, some blush and highlight, and don’t forget to pucker those slutty little lips! Said Mommy Anna.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My office was usually a sanctuary, a place where vulnerabilities were laid bare, analyzed, and hopefully, healed. As a sex therapist specializing in fetishes, I’d heard it all. But Rory… Rory was different. He wasn’t ashamed or furtive, just… intensely focused. “Pantyhose,” he’d said, his voice a low hum. “Specifically, silky, shiny, tan ones. It’s… everything.” I arched an eyebrow, a professional curiosity piqued. “Everything? Can you elaborate?”

He painted vivid pictures, describing the way the light caught the nylon, the sensation of it stretched taut against skin, the subtle rustle with movement. This wasn’t just about him being turned on; he was captivated by the subject matter. After a few sessions, I had a comprehensive understanding of Rory’s attraction. It wasn’t just lust; it was a deep connection to texture and visual appeal. A piece of him saw pantyhose in a transcendental way. “So,” I ventured during our fourth meeting which was quickly becoming intense, “have you fully explored this?”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Interracial pussy fucking images can make you hot and horny but reading a true story of how a mixed slut like me and a white babe named Holly hooked up is so much better.

I met Holly last year in Atlanta at a festival picnic. Tall blonde with hazel eyes. 36D breasts and a body made by God. She had been traveling from LA and was looking to make Atlanta her permanent home, so the picnic was a way for her to test that theory. I was visiting for the summer so I had 2 months to get to know the city. The vibes, people, music everything was great. We ended up exchanging numbers and reconnected this past summer. 2 weeks later she was settled in down in Atlanta. To celebrate her arrival, I flew down and we decided to hit up a party. We did so many party favors, got wasted and had the best pizza in town.

The best part of the night though was when we drove to the beach to listen to the waves and smoke some good Maryjane. The night was going so well it turned into us laying down and kissing each other. Next Continue reading “Interracial Pussy Fucking”

Say It Out Loud

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Resistance is futile. At first, your reluctance to admit what you are was cute. I enjoyed watching you struggle to bite back every moan or girlie squeal threatening to escape your lips, but it’s time now for you to say it out loud.

Time now for you to admit what a sissy slut you are. I want to hear you say it out loud. Every time I dress you up, you drip uncontrollably into your panties. Your mouth says you don’t like it, but your clitty doesn’t lie.

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I sauntered into the bar, my heels clicking on the worn wooden floor, and spotted you sitting alone at the counter. You were nursing a drink, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid as if it held the answers to all your problems. I slid onto the stool next to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” I said, my voice a low purr. “A divorced man, all alone and looking forlorn. What happened, couldn’t keep your wife happy?”

You glanced at me, a hint of irritation in your eyes. “And what’s it to you?” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on your ear. “Oh, I think it’s everything to me. I mean, if you couldn’t satisfy her, how are you going to satisfy me?” I whispered, my hand lightly grazing your thigh. I could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Continue reading “Seducing the Divorced Man”

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna had enough of her noisy neighbor. He was always throwing parties, and making noise at all hours of the night. Miss Anna tried asking him nicely to stop, but he answered rudely, saying he would consider it if she sucked his cock. She simply stared at him without blinking or breathing as he laughed and walked away.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I leaned back against the plush velvet headboard, my eyes drinking in the sight of you. You stood before me, a vision in lace and satin, your delicate form accentuated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Your cock was caged, the steel teasingly visible beneath the lace panties you wore. My pussy throbbed with anticipation, my fingers itching to play with you.

“Come here, my little sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with desire. You obeyed, your heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor as you approached the bed. I could see the flush of arousal on your cheeks, the way your breath hitched as you looked at me. “Amber,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. I smiled, reaching out to run my fingers over the silky fabric of your panties. I could feel your cock straining against the cage, begging for release. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight.

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