Category: hand job

Stroke Buddy Craves Cum

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I remember back when I first started stroking my cock, I had a friend who would come over and we would sneak my dad’s laptop to browse his porn history. We were careful never to search anything new or watch videos he hadn’t already clicked on, but it was so exciting to sit beside my friend and stroke ourselves to what got my dad off.

At first, it didn’t take us long. We were so sensitive that just a few minutes of porn would have us exploding in our own hands but soon, I could tell my friend wanted something different. My stroke buddy was craving the taste of cum.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I saunter into your Vegas hotel room, my hips swaying hypnotically as I approach you, the high roller of the night. I’m here with my friend, and together, we have a plan to entice you into giving us your winnings. But first, we want to give you a show you’ll never forget. I turn to my friend, giving her a wink as I begin to slip out of my dress. It pools at my feet, leaving me standing there in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and a seductive smile. My friend follows suit, and soon we’re both standing before you in nothing but our undergarments.

I can see the surprise and desire in your eyes as you take us in. I step closer, my hand reaching out to trace a finger along your chest. “Like what you see?” I ask, my voice low and sultry. You nod, unable to speak as you take in the sight of us. My friend and I exchange a wicked grin, knowing that we have you right where we want you. I move closer, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, “Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show?”

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My roommate is dating a guy named Joe, and he is too sexy for his own good. Like you know, how some women say they look at a man and their ovaries explode? That’s how sinfully sexy Joe is. He makes me want to have his babies so badly. And once I want something, I’ll do everything to get my way.

The perfect opportunity presented itself yesterday morning while I was in the kitchen, stretching up on my toes to reach my coffee mug. My roommate is taller and loves to be annoying, placing things I use often out of my reach. I was leaning into the counter, wiggling my fingers to catch the handle, when her man pressed himself against my rear and reached above me. He brought the mug down and handed it to me with a cheeky smile. I pushed my ass back against him and softly murmured, “If you’re looking for coffee, we’re out of creamer.”

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What a wild weekend! A regular client invited me to be his escort. He had a high school reunion in Aspen. In his words, he wanted arm candy to make everyone jealous. As if his success, private jet, mansion, yacht, and multimillion dollar business weren’t enough.

Obviously, everyone was intrigued. All eyes were on us as we entered the room. The men seemed intimidated by him yet very interested in me. The women seemed enamored by him yet threatened by me. Saying is was awkward and uncomfortable is a huge understatement. But after a couple of martinis, all of that tension melted away. But that’s also when things got wild.

We sat down and he began to tell me about his high school crush. He said that she was really cute and popular. She could have her choice of any boy she wanted. He was so infatuated with her. But she wouldn’t give him the time of day.

Now it was the other way around. She let herself go. He said she was unrecognizable. She was married to a frumpy man. It was obvious that she was embarrassed about how her life ended up and had regrets about the past.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

I call out your name, “James!” from the top of the stairs, my voice echoing through the hallway. I’ve been running errands all day and I’m excited to finally be home. I drop my bags by the door and make my way to your room, ready to share some good news. I gently push the door open, calling out your name again, only to find you in a rather unexpected position.

You’re sprawled on your bed, your laptop open with my nudes in front of you, and your hand buried in your boxers. Your eyes widen in shock as you quickly pull your hand out, your cheeks flushing a deep red. I can’t help but laugh, “Seems like my little brother is certainly enjoying my photos.”

You stutter, trying to find the right words, but I cut you off, “It’s okay, James. I’m not mad. In fact, I can help you out if you want.” Continue reading “Caught My Little Brother Masturbating” →

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Stroke for me. Just like that. Nice and slow. Feel how good it is to let go, to surrender to my voice, my words. I know you need this—need me guiding you, teasing you, making you crave more.Let your hand move exactly the way I want. Smooth, steady strokes, dragging pleasure through every inch of you. Don’t rush it. I want you to feel everything—every twitch, every pulse, every bit of aching need.Your breath is changing already, isn’t it? I can hear it, feel it, the way you’re slipping deeper into this heat with me. But I’m not letting you finish yet. No, not yet. Keep stroking, keep letting the tension build. I want to keep you right here—on the edge, desperate, waiting for me.Stay with me. Listen to me. Stroke for me, just the way I say. We’re only getting started.

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I sauntered into the bar, my heels clicking on the worn wooden floor, and spotted you sitting alone at the counter. You were nursing a drink, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid as if it held the answers to all your problems. I slid onto the stool next to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” I said, my voice a low purr. “A divorced man, all alone and looking forlorn. What happened, couldn’t keep your wife happy?”

You glanced at me, a hint of irritation in your eyes. “And what’s it to you?” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on your ear. “Oh, I think it’s everything to me. I mean, if you couldn’t satisfy her, how are you going to satisfy me?” I whispered, my hand lightly grazing your thigh. I could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Continue reading “Seducing the Divorced Man” →

Jingle My Bells

Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Nothing makes a girl like me happier than when you get on your knees to jingle my bells. I know you act like you’ve never thought about having smooth, soft girl bells in your mouth before, but why did the idea of that make your mouth water?

Don’t be ashamed that you want to taste me. You know I’d smell so good when you kneel before me and peel down my pretty panties. It’s not gay at all; I’m a girl.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639

Simon had been your neighbor for years, but it was only recently that you’d discovered how kinky he was. The first time you’d seen him naked had been a shock, but not as much as when you’d caught him jerking off to some porn on his laptop. You’d felt guilty about spying on him, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The way his dick pulsed and twitched in his hand, the way his balls drew up tight before he shot his load, it was mesmerizing.

When you’d accidentally stumbled into his house that day, you’d been half-afraid he’d kick you out or, worse. But instead, he’d smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker, something you couldn’t quite name. “I’ve been watching you, Amber,” he’d said, his voice low and husky. “Watching you grow up into a beautiful, sexy woman.” You’d blushed at the compliment, but there had been something in his gaze that had made your heart race. “You want to learn, don’t you?” he’d asked, his hand still wrapped around his dick. “You want to learn all the things I can teach you.” You’d nodded, unable to speak. You’d wanted to learn, more

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I spot you across the room, Spencer. Your eyes are fixed on me, and I can feel your gaze from here. I’m wearing my favorite shiny pantyhose tonight, the ones that make my legs look like they go on for miles. And my dress, it’s short, but just enough to give you a glimpse of what’s underneath. I bite my lip and saunter over to you, my hips swaying with every step.

“Hey there,” I say, my voice low and sultry. You turn to me, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Well, hello there, Amber. You look…incredible.” Your eyes rake over me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m more than ready to give you what you want. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper…I take your hand and lead you out of the club. My heart is racing with anticipation. As soon as we’re in your room, I push you down onto the bed and climb on top of you, straddling your hips. I can feel your hardness through your pants and I grind against it,

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