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alien sex blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My little boudoir, tucked away in the shadows of the Neo-Quebecois arcologies, is more of an intergalactic pit stop than a massage parlour. Earthlings? Pah! They are so predictable. Most prefer vanilla sex, some maybe throw in an interesting fetish or two every so often. But the extra-terrestrials? Give me a multi-limbed sentient cloud anytime. They know how to live!

It wasn’t always like this, of course. Back on old Earth, it was all just…well, skinflute city. I can’t count how many boring blowjobs I’ve dolled out over the years. Then the galactic gates opened, the tourists arrived, and suddenly, there was a whole new world of anatomy to explore. And let me tell you, when a Tralfamadorian senator offers triple credits just to have you gently hum while they regenerate their epidermal layer, you don’t say no. Especially when their epidermal layer looks like a shimmering, bioluminescent silk cocoon. It’s surprisingly peaceful, a bit like watching a very slow, very expensive lava lamp.

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naughty stepmom

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My stepson Johnny is a charming young man with a captivating smile and a hint of innocence in his eyes. We hit it off immediately. I could tell he was inexperienced in many areas of life, but there was a raw, untamed desire in him that I found irresistible. So, when his father went away on a business trip, I decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confessed as I lead him to the bedroom. I could see the nervousness in his eyes, but I also saw the hunger. “Don’t worry, Johnny,” I purred, “I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” I turned to face him, my eyes never leaving his. “First rule,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt, “always undress your partner slowly.”

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My Kinky ABDL

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

So, tell me, are you going to be my sweet, innocent ABDL or my kinky ABDL? I have a feeling that you’re definitely the latter.

I’ve told you before that some of my kinky ABDL babies take their diapers off and put big things into their little bums. Are you a naughty baby like that too? A baby who loves seeing how much he can fit inside his little ass?
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Come to me, dirty little boy.  Now come closer to mommy’s sweet and perfect ass.  Let me hear you beg mommy for permission to lick it.  Tell mommy how badly you want to slip your little dirty boy tongue in between mommy’s perfect cheeks and taste mommy’s tangy little ass hole.  Don’t worry little one.  Mommy will tell you just how good it feels.  Listen when I tell you to go deeper and harder with your filthy little tongue.

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family fun

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walk into the kitchen, where you’re making lunch. Watching you, I can see the sweat on your back, the way your shirt clings to your skin. I walk up behind you, pressing my body against yours. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Paulie,” I announce. “The way your muscles flex as you move around the house, the way your jeans hug your ass. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, thinking about how good it would feel to have you inside me.”

You turn around, a smirk on your face. “Is that so?” you ask, your hands finding my hips. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Amber?” I grin, my hands moving to your chest. “Because I know you do,” I say, my fingers tracing the lines of your muscles. “I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years, just like I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

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Babysitter in Diapers

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

The littles were asleep, and I was tidying up the living room when a strange feeling came over me. I’d just stacked a fresh pile of diapers under the end table near the couch, and all I could think about was putting one on. I hadn’t worn a diaper since I was small, but all the babies I sit for never wanted to be potty-trained. It must feel so lovely to be swaddled in the warmth of a diaper.

I kneeled beside the end table and pulled one from the stack. Slowly, I unfolded it and brought it to my cheek. The inside was incredibly soft, and it smelled delicious. It was large enough to fit around my little hips, so what would be the harm in trying it on?

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stand before him, heart pounding, my gaze transfixed by the monstrous cock in front of me. It’s like a long, veiny python, throbbing with an ominous power. This is it, I think, the moment I’ve fantasized about for months. Is it paranoia or reality that makes me fear this gargantuan member won’t fit inside my tight, pink pussy? Only one way to find out, huh?

With trembling hands, I reach up and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. It’s hot to the touch, pulsing with anticipation. I give a little squeeze, marveling at the iron-hardness beneath my grip. My mind races, curious as to how will I even begin to accommodate this beast?

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nephew

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Auntie Anna was baby sitting her naughty nephew. He thought that she wasn’t aware of his panty fetish, but she knew all along. Every time she’d go in the shower, he would proceed to raid her closet and steal at least one pair. Miss Anna’s carpet was so clean and perfectly vaccumed that she always noticed his footprints in the carpet pattern after he left. This time she had had enough.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I’ve had some pretty crazy experiences. But the appointment with the perverted acupuncturist was one of the craziest for sure. I have been to other acupuncturists in the past. So I thought I knew what to expect. But I would have never anticipated what happened. First, the office is a little old house. The little den is the waiting room. The kitchen is the receptionist’s area. The receptionist is the acupuncturist’s wife. There is a hall with three bedrooms that have been turned into treatment rooms. It was so cute and cozy. She showed me to a room and gave me a robe and a warm blanket. She told me that the acupuncturist would be in shortly. It was dark. The curtains were thick and blocked out most of the light. I took everything off except for my panties. Then I put the robe on and laid down on the bed. The warm blanket felt so good. I actually started to doze off. But I was awakened by a very muffled moaning. It was so quiet that I thought it was just my imagination. Finally the acupuncturist came in. He was very professional, serious, and straight to the point.

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tramp

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I am a tramp. Or, as some like to say, une femme de la rue. I wake up wherever I fall asleep – sometimes under a bridge, sometimes in a park, sometimes with a very confused gentleman next to me. Life is an adventure, no?

I hear the whispers. “She sells herself for a few coins, you know.” “A lady of the night, that one.” They say it with a little shudder, a little sniff of disgust. They think I do not hear, but my ears, they are sharp like claws.

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