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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It’s not that I want Liam to suffer. Not really. It’s just that his suffering is so intensely performative that I can’t help it. He really is the sweetest guy, loyal to a fault, but he’s also fiercely territorial. And nothing gets him more dramatically worked up than the mere suggestion that another man exists in my orbit. Example? Once, he genuinely thought our elderly mailman was trying to woo me with junk coupons.

I call this dynamic “emotional seasoning.” He definitely calls it “a breach of sacred trust.” Either way, it’s wildly entertaining…for me anyway. lol Last Friday, we were out at our friend Sarah’s housewarming party. We’d been there about an hour, and Liam was settled into his usual routine – explaining the complex history of artisanal brewing while simultaneously keeping a nervous tally of everyone who crossed my line of sight.

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Kinky Candy Girl

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Being a kinky candy girl is something I feel like I was born to be. And I know it’s “taboo” to call yourself a dirty girl, but if you love who you are then who cares?!

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t ready and willing to get fucked. That’s why I love being a kinky candy girl so much. Every night I get to meet new, sexy men whose mission is to make me cum. It’s a win-win for everyone involved, especially me.

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MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

I love to sensually dominate younger boys.  There’s something about taking advantage of the sweet and innocent.  He submitted himself to my mature experience willingly.  I lured him in with my seductive maturity and lead him to my room.  When they’re young like this, they’re so malleable and compliant.

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I ain’t one to gossip, but Lord have mercy, I got myself into a right ol’ pickle last night! Name’s Jackie, y’all, and I’m a cup-a-coffee-over-a-size-10 kinda gal, blessed with curves that could rival a ripe peach basket. After knockin’ back a few too many margaritas at Sue Ellen’s, I decided it was high time to mosey on home. Called up that Uber ride-share thangy, and before I knew it, I was sittin’ in the backseat of a sleek sedan, my skirt ride-high and my panties drenched with anticipation.

Now, this driver, bless his heart, was built like a Greek god – chiseled jaw, smolderin’ eyes, and arms that could snap a two-by-four in half. I ain’t proud, but when that man’s hands brushed against my thigh, I felt my lady parts throb like a honky-tonk on a Friday night. Next thing I know, we’re pullin’ over on some deserted road, the headlights castin’ shadows on his chiseled features.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.

As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”

His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, she says I’m a perv that can never be satisfied. Over the years she has caught me several times, with all kinds of different things. It started out with toys. First a masturbator, then anal toys, and kinkier things. Then she found fetish porn on my computer. I tried really hard to stop but I can’t stop thinking about really kinky things. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed to admit this. But when I have sex with her, I fantasize about some very taboo fetishes. It makes me feel so guilty. She once found a suitcase I hid in the attic. It was full of lingerie, teddies, panties, bras, socks, garter belts, stockings, and even a pair of red heels. Then there was the time she found makeup. She even found diapers once. It’s really bad Dr. Julie. She tells me that there is something wrong with me. She says this isn’t normal. I feel like such a loser. She told me that I have to get therapy. That’s why I’m here.”

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was dating an educated professional. Little did he know, he was just the flavor of the week. He was smart, successful, he had everything going for him. But Miss Anna absolutely hated him. She couldn’t stand him. And the more she avoided him and treated him like the dirt, the more he would pursue her, insisting of his likeness to her.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My lover, Mark, has been begging me to let him watch while I fuck another man. Who am I to deny his cuckold dreams?

I tease him, leading him into the bedroom, where I’ve set up the camera on a tripod so he can rewatch tonight’s exploits. My best friend, Ethan, is supposed to be here in a few minutes. Mark’s so excited, his hard-on is straining against his pants. I love how eager he is.

Before Ethan joins, I gyrate my hips, grinding against Mark’s crotch as I stroke his erection. “Mmm, you’re so horny,” I whisper, taking his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. He moans into my mouth, hips thrusting mindlessly. I break the kiss, chuckling at his lust-addled state.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He told me that he had a fetish. I asked him what it was. But before he could answer, I had to go check on another table. Before I could get back over there, my imagination was running wild. He was a big biker type. I was wondering what on earth it could be. A strap on? Feet? Eating cum? Wearing panties? Then I finally made it back over to his table. He told me that it was breeding, impregnation, and breastfeeding. And he told me that every time he’s come here over the past couple of months, he’s been fantasizing about fulfilling this sexual desire, this fetish, with me. He said that he imagines implanting his fertile seed deep inside my womb. Then watching my body change would turn him on so much. Just knowing that he caused it to happen would be the ultimate. He said that watching a woman’s stomach grow and breasts swell is so fascinating. And just knowing that a life is growing inside of her because his cum is so potent is completely exhilarating. The thought of fucking a swollen, extra wet pregnant pussy gets him rock hard and dripping.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My basement isn’t for old boxes. It’s for pleasure. And this week, it held Jacques. The chains were thick but soft. Not to hurt him, just to hold him. He was stretched out on the cold stone floor, a thick mat beneath him, with his arms and legs secured. On the first day, he looked excited, but a little nervous too. I just smiled. “Welcome,” I whispered, and his whole body tensed.

I started slow. Just walking around him, my bare feet silent on the floor. I wore a thin robe, the silk brushing my skin. His eyes, usually so confident, were wide and fixed only on me. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch. I bent down, just out of his reach, letting my robe open a little, showing the curve of my thigh. He made a low sound, a guttural groan.

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