thighs

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Thunder thighs are sometimes thought of as wobbly, meaty thighs, but my strong legs are the real version of thunder and lighting. Because when they come together, I crush whoever is caught between them. It’s crazy how much crunching a man between my legs can turn him on.

The other night, a larger man came to me asking for just that. The thunder treatment. He wanted to feel helplessly trapped between my toned legs, and I was going to give him precisely what he wished for.

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

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“God, I love Halloween,” I say, looking around the crowded living room. My Super Woman costume is feeling a little tight in all the right places, and I can feel the sheer coffee brown pantyhose hugging my thighs. “Especially all these costumes. It’s like everyone’s letting their freak flag fly.”

You’re standing next to me, looking equally as good in your Robin Hood outfit. The pantyhose under your tights are a nice touch, and I can’t help but imagine what’s underneath. Continue reading “Stroke To My Pantyhose Pt. 4”

Lumberjack

1-844-33-CANDY EXT 404

Marty, the brawny lumberjack, is leaning against a towering oak, his thick, corded muscles glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His axe rests beside him, and his chest rises and falls with each labored breath. I can’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, the power that radiates from him. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he growls, his voice deep and rough like gravel. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. “I-I was just passing through,” I stammer, taking a step back. But Marty isn’t having it. He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I feel myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

“I don’t think so,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “Pretty sure you’re here for me.” I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, Marty’s lips are on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that takes my breath away. I resist at first, my mind telling me to run, to flee from this stranger in the woods. But my body betrays me, my hands reaching up to grip his broad

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Tonight I Dont Want A Trick or Treat

Kadence 844-33CANDY Ext. 458

It is finally Halloween night and the town around me is in full go mode enjoying all of the festivities. I would love to be trotting around, in one of my many slutty costumes, but tonight I don’t want a trick or treat, I just couldn’t pass up a cozy night at home while I had the house all to my self.  I’ve been such a good girl in school, passing all of my tests this week,  all of the studying just has me exhausted. I am totally looking forward to a quiet night home alone, I might even turn off all of the lights to keep the trick or treaters away. Daddy wouldn’t want me opening the door to all of those strangers while I’m home alone anyway. I decided to get comfortable in my favorite onesie, this one is soft and fuzzy, it feels like I’m being cuddled.  I got settled in the living room  and started painting my nails as I watched  a halloween classic on tv. Just as I was starting to think I had avoided all of trick or treaters for the night, I heard a firm knock at the door. Of course I ignored it, couldn’t they see I didn’t want to be bothered?! I rolled my eyes and turned up the tv. The knocking persisted and finally I heard a man yell “PIZZA’S HERE”  through the door. Maybe daddy decided to send me a snack !

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

I once was prey, just like you. Weak, unseeing…mortal. That was until one late night in October when I got separated from my friends after a girls’ night in the city. We’d been drinking way too much and stumbled out of the club, intending to walk back to our hotel.

One minute, I was behind them, and then my high heel got stuck in a grate. I bent down in the street to wiggle it free, and when I looked up again, they were gone. The road had been crowded and loud, but as I scanned either direction for my friends, the entire street was eerily quiet. Under the street lights, only puffs of steam stretched across the space between buildings. Finally, I called out for them, standing up with one shoe in my hand.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

You suggest we leave the club and go back to your place. I hesitate for a moment, but the thought of what could happen between us is too enticing to resist. As soon as we’re through the door, you take control. I can feel your hands roaming my body, possessively claiming me as yours. You pull away, your eyes dark with desire. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you growl, your fingers tracing the hem of my dress. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.”

My breath hitches in my throat as you speak, my body trembling with anticipation. I nod my head, giving you my consent. You waste no time, leading me to your bedroom, tying me to the bedposts with soft, silky ropes, and exploring every inch of my body with your hands and mouth. Your fingers dance close to my pussy but never quite touch it. I’m writhing beneath you, desperate for release.

“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse with need. “Please what?” you ask, your fingers finally sliding inside me. “Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. You don’t need any more encouragement and

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Fantasy Football Predictions

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Football season is upon us, and so many men are spending far too much time on Fantasy Football. The draft stole your attentions and now the games. However, it’s worse than you just watching and enjoying a little sports, no! You are turning your back on your team just because some random player on your rival team is on your roster!

I’ve decided to help make this season a little more fun for both of us. I miss you playing with me instead of watching all of the games nearly every day of the week, so I’ve set my AI intentions on plotting the game predictions to give you the best lineup possible.

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espresso

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna had made herself an espresso. She left it on the kitchen table with her biscotti when the phone suddenly rang. It was her lover. He wanted to talk dirty to her, and her to him, so she proceeded upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

It was a sunny afternoon in May and I was home from College for the weekend. It was the perfect opportunity to see my GORGEOUS 49-year-old neighbor, Mr. Gillis, who had been flirting with me since my birthday last summer. I had been dreaming about him ever since.

“You’ve always had the hots for me, haven’t you?” I asked, crossing my arms under my perky tits (so he could get a better view). I already knew the answer to my question.

“Yes…I suppose I have, Amber,” he admitted, a small smile playing on his lips. I smirked. “Well, I’ve always had a thing for you too,” I confessed, my voice low and sultry. Mr. Gillis’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered. “Is that so?” he asked. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I want you, Mr. Gillis. I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
Before I knew it, we were standing in his kitchen. His hands roamed my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh. My pussy was dripping with anticipation and I was desperate to feel him inside

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Work Distractions

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I paced the hall outside his office, listening to the steady, calm tone of his voice as he presented the client with a solution to whatever techy problem they were having. Not understanding anything he was saying was such a turn on. Hearing him speak his geeky language had my thighs rubbing together. The soft brush of nylon between them only made me wetter. There was no way I could wait any longer. Carefully, or more accurately, quietly, I pushed on the cracked door to his home office.

He was so in the zone of problem-solving that he either didn’t hear me or didn’t bother to look over at the distractions. My heels were silent on his lush carpet. The only sign of his acknowledging my presence was his soft inhale as my hand rubbed from his right shoulder down to his left pec. I pressed myself to his back and let my lips brush over the skin of his neck. I smiled when I saw the slight rise of gooseflesh in the wake of my mouth.

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