Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Okay, so it’s not December yet, but I wanted to put up my Christmas tree! I just think a good, well-decorated Christmas tree helps the Thanksgiving esthetic, ya know? But I am so tired of fake trees or the ones you buy from the fire station that are already dried out and basically a pile of pine needles on your floor. I wanted a healthy, hand-picked Christmas tree.
And I live close enough to the woods that there literally was nothing stopping me from going out and chopping down my own tree! I’m an independent woman who is so capable of something like that. So I put on my knee-high boots, the ones without heels, a flannel over shirt, cus it felt right, and off I went. Axe in hand, I was gonna get myself my own damn tree.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
I went to the doctor recently to get this achy pain checked out. Little did he know that I had been crushing on him for weeks. He was an ass specialist and it took me some time to get a referral. When he walked into the patient room, I made sure I was ready for him. None of this, loosely tied gown, mediocre cleavage exposed. Nope! I went in blazing, on all fours on the examination table with my round ass in the air. He practically dropped his clip board when he walked in. He began to sweat so much I could see the heat build up fog against his stethoscope.
Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
I have this super sexy friend named Jake. He’s as straight as an arrow and just a friend. I wish we were more, but he’s casually made it very clear that we wouldn’t be a good fit. He’s sweet, smart, and so funny. Honestly, he’d make the best boyfriend, but I respect his boundaries, and we keep it casual and, at times, a tiny bit flirty.
We were both at a friend’s house for a football party last night and had too much to drink to drive home. The small house and so many guests staying the night left Jake and I sharing a bedroom. His eyes were on me, heavy, as I undressed to put on our friend’s baggy teeshirt as my nightgown. When I climbed into bed beside him, he rubbed my shoulder and whispered, “Show me how you get that perfect tuck.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy had just gotten home when the phone rang. She could barely take off her heels, as it was ringing already as she unlocked the door. She dropped her bags and clicked her shoes to the nearest phone in the kitchen. It was your teacher. She called to tell Mommy that you swore at her at school today and to make matters worse, you had an accident and she had to find you a change of clothes.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
When Halloween rolls around, my husband and I get the urge to go ghost-hunting! It’s a fun little activity we do to scare each other! We like to seek out haunted hotels or little tourist traps and watch as people squeal and wet their pants, thanks to their overactive imaginations. Neither of us actually believes in the paranormal.
We booked a two-night stay in this little old house near the coast of North Carolina. The legends say an older farmhand took over the runnings of the house when its owner passed away from unknown causes. He lived peacefully in the house, alone for many years, until out-of-town family members came looking for the man of the house. Discovering the rightful owner’s passing infuriated the family. They blamed the farmhand and accused him of foul play. I’m sure you can guess what happened next. Anyway, the farmhand’s ghost is said to take care of the house still, and that he tries to get his revenge by hurting any guests who dare to stay in his space.
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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
You had come home from a long day’s work, tired, but Mommy had cooked you your favorite meal. We sat at the dinner table. You were quiet and poking around at your food. I asked you how your day was, and you didn’t say much so I continued to pry. I knew there was something on your mind, and I knew you wanted to tell me. Mommy always knows best….
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
My horny little in-house fuck boy slave thought it would be a good idea to crawl into my bed while I was sleeping. Yes, my body is designed for a man to press up against it, but fuck, boy slaves are not men. Their dicks are far too short, and it isn’t his place.
An in-house fuck boy’s sleeping place is in the pet bed, on the floor, at the end of my bed. I know my sleeping naked must have been too much for him horny mind, but I don’t give a fuck. What he did was unacceptable. Daring to press against my skin without permission? That boy had to pay.
HONEY 1-844-332-2639, extension 300
Halloween Coochie is what I am offering when you ring my doorbell. Have your bag ready because I may just be your kryptonite. I may have come from the streets but now I am the Queen of my castle. In fact, I am unlike any other woman you will meet. Best believe that I am more than worth the price of admission. We both know you are going to pay for the privilege of this ass as well as this pussy. If you are lucky maybe I will invite you in for some sweetness.
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230
Sugarbaby Daydreams – Daddy, I know you are stressed out. Dealing with the wife and kids and all of the back to school drama and now you are expected to pay for fall break vacay. The fact is, all you really want to do is dick down your favorite Sugar Baby. In fact, it’s all you can think about. Whether it’s at work or sitting on the couch next to that cow at night. You are constantly imagining me riding your hard, throbbing cock. Teasing it with my hot, perfect mouth while stroking you endlessly. Then she always interrupts your daydreaming with her incessant nagging or stupid questions.
Why not turn those daydreams into reality? Slip away from the fam and call me. We can escape into some extramarital bliss. Leave all of that stress and dysfunction at the door. You can be my man instead.