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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The brochure for “Carnal Kingdom” was a masterpiece of suggestive design: neon lights, blurred figures, and a tagline that read, “Not your grandmother’s carnival.” On vacation last week, seeking something beyond the usual tourist traps, this adults-only amusement park seemed like a perfect diversion. Especially for a girl like me.

The park lived up to its name, with rides like “The G-Spotter” and “Wet Dream Falls.” But one attraction, towering over the rest with its garish, phallic silhouette, immediately caught my eye: the “Cocktival.” “You gotta try it,” a heavily tattooed guy in line ahead of me grinned, adjusting his novelty penis-shaped hat. “It’s an experience.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

We met at a taco stand, I was fucking hungry waiting for my order when I saw him peering at me in the corner of my eye. I turned my head towards him, he smiled at me. A sexy smile, a delicious smile. I smiled back at him thinking of how cute I thought he was. 

After a short period of time and after getting my order I decided to head home so I could eat. “Wait, hold on” he announced waving my way. I turned and stood there. “I wanted to ask you something and you can slap me, I won’t be mad” I laughed, a look of confusion across my face.  

“Could I draw you?” I glanced side to side. “What kind of drawing?” “Like you, your face, your body. I’m an artist and I love to draw. Especially beautiful women.” I laughed thinking this was something I just couldn’t pass up. “Sure…” I responded. He immediately smiled a huge big smile. “Thank you. Here, take my card” he asked handing me a small business card.  

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        Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203           ☏ ☏ ☏        Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

 

Naughty Ronnie and Zoey were playing downstairs in the basement. They began to wrestle, when suddenly Ronnie took a tumble into some old boxes. They happened to be shoe boxes, and to their surprise, they found all of Mommy Anna’s old shoes. They were all high heels, as that’s all she ever wore, especially when she was prowling for her next spanking victim.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It’s not a secret, not really. Not to anyone who’s spent more than an hour with me discussing my dating life. My friends just sigh and nod. But it’s true. Unapologetically true. Some people search for a connection, a meeting of minds, a shared love for obscure indie films. All valid, I suppose. For me? I mean, sure, those are nice bonuses. But when it comes down to it, to that primal, magnetic pull, there’s one non-negotiable. I only like big dicks. Huge ones.

And I don’t mean ‘a little above average, nice.’ I mean, fill-you-up, stretch-you-out, leave-no-doubt big. The way it anchors you, the undeniable mass that makes subtle movements feel like seismic shifts. It’s not just about the numbers, though that’s certainly part of the equation. It’s the feeling of being completely, utterly taken. Of every nerve ending singing a roaring symphony, leaving no void, no empty space.

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Pocket Pussy Mouth Gag

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Throat training just got an upgrade thanks to a slutty little sissy named Jay. She wandered into my lair asking for throat training after the cock gagging blog I’d posted, where I pryed a sluts mouth wide open with a gag and allowed real men to pound into the sluts mouth while it was unable to close.

Only when Jay asked to play did I offer up the choice of gag. There was the spider gag, which I’d used previously. However, I’d also just purchased a pocket pussy gag. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The gag keeps the whores mouth forced wide open, but instead of looking into the gaping throat hole, the real man gets to fit his cock through the pussy lips of a Fleshlight.

Can you imagine how humiliating it must be to be stripped naked, made to kneel, and forced to bite down on a gag that makes your mouth a literal pussy? Talk about submission!

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My best friend’s dad is so hot. I can’t stop thinking about him. His rock hard pecs, dreamy eyes.  A real man. One day I went over to her house, unannounced. My phone broke into a zillion pieces earlier that day, and I was headed to go get it replaced at me cell phone carrier. I decided to check in with her,  since I hadn’t all day (which was unusual). I got to her house, and let myself inside ( as I usually did). The door was unlocked, which means everyone was home. Went to her room, to find it empty. Hmmmm…. I wonder where she went. I decided to leave. As I was leaving, I saw her parents from, was slightly open. I was curious and walked and took a peek. There was her gorgeous daddy naked on the bed sprawled out, with his fat cock in his hand.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I decided to let my hair down and indulge in a fantasy I’d always harbored, but hadn’t yet tried. It began with booking a luxurious hotel room, slipping into my sexiest lingerie, and texting ten of my most attractive guy friends, inviting them to join me for a night of debauchery and sin. To my delight, each one of them eagerly accepted the invitation.

The room buzzed with excitement as my friends arrived, one by one, each more handsome than the last. The energy in the room was electric, and I knew that tonight was going to be unforgettable. I mean, ten cocks all to myself?! How could I ever not enjoy that?! Once everyone was there, I made my intentions clear. Each of them was to take a turn with me, to fulfill my deepest desires and then make me do anything they wanted. The room erupted in cheers, and I knew I had made the right choice.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

Dancing at the club, all by myself in a sea of people. I was totally faded and feeling the music when he approached me from behind. I felt his hands boldly slide around my waist. We moved in sync, dancing together when his hands decided to explore my body in all its feminine detail.  

His hands slipped from my waist to my tummy, up my core until they landed on my tits. The only thing polite about him was that he stayed over my dress which left nothing to the imagination.  

My nylon dress was designed to flirt and entice. Cuts throughout, exposing my chest, legs, thighs, back and totally showing cheek. Complete with fishnet stockings and stilettos, I showed up to dance and have a good time. Why not wear something totally sexy and revealing.  

His touch and audacity ignited a thrill in me. A sexual thrill. I leaned back resting against him when I slipped my hand back behind me and felt his face, smoothing my hand over his chin then upwards and through his hair. I didn’t need to see him, he felt extremely sexy.  

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

As Billy stepped into the shower, I admired his lean, toned body, my gaze lingering on his uncut cock, already hard and ready for me. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, so I stepped in after him, as my hands explored every inch of his skin. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, his voice sounding shaky. I smiled up at him, as my fingers traced the length of his shaft. “That’s okay, Billy. I’ll show you everything you need to know.”

I started by lathering up his body with a lavender mint soap, my hands eagerly sliding over his chest and down to his cock as I washed him. I took my time, teasing him with soft touches and gentle strokes until he was moaning and bucking against my hand.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

You might expect a French girl like me to be utterly obsessed with haute couture, fine beverages, or perhaps skiing at Mont Tremblant dans l’hiver. And yes, I appreciate a good Pinot Noir and a perfectly tailored jacket as much as the next Quebecquoise girl. But my true passion, my deepest, most fulfilling joie de vivre, lies in a rather unconventional area of human anatomy. Specifically, I’m talking about the magnificent and surprisingly expressive region known as the male butthole.

There’s a certain thrill in watching a man slowly melt into a puddle of delightful vulnerability. The initial surprise, the widening of eyes, the subtle shift in their posture – it’s all part of the butthole exploration dance. They rarely see it coming; my innocent, wide-eyed French charm is an excellent camouflage, masking the mischievous intent bubbling just beneath my surface. It’s like presenting them with a delicate macaron, only to reveal it’s filled with a tiny, exquisitely potent jalapeño. Magnifique!

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