*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I love getting a fresh new pair of holiday heels every Christmas season. With so many parties and events to attend, having a sexy new pair always makes me feel amazing. Plus, they come in handy for all of my CBT lovers.
I think that every holiday season should start and end with a bit of cock and ball “fun”. And I have the sexiest holiday heels to wear in order to make your CBT dreams come true.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
You clicked on this blog because you’re a kinky cock sucker, aren’t you? I knew it. I can always smell men like you a mile away. Well, I guess I shouldn’t use the word “men” should I. Because you’re not one.
Real men don’t get down on their knees and suck dick. Only a cock sucker would do something like that. And that’s exactly what you are, a kinky cock sucker. Or at least you will be by the time I’m done with you. Because even if you’ve never sucked a cock, but dream about it, I’ll teach you everything you need to know.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Winter is at our doorstep, and we won’t have much more time to play in the piled-up leaves that fall leaves behind! Don’t you just love the sound of crunching foliage under our feet when we stroll together? Our evening walks together make me feel so close to you.
The crisp air whipping at our faces keeps me snuggling into you to steal your warmth. The way you hold me against your body makes me want to be naughty right here on the lawn of this park.
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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
You won’t believe the Thanksgiving surprise I had. My mom asked if I could help her prepare because she had 28 guests coming to Thanksgiving dinner. While we were setting the table, she began to go over the guest list with me. She told me that she had invited the Martins. I started to think about how awkward that’s going to be. Mr. Martin is a close friend of my dad’s. Growing up, he was like an uncle to me, and his wife was like a sweet aunt. But now things were very complicated. Mr. Martin and I have gotten very close. He doesn’t want anyone to know that he came into my work with another woman. I don’t want anyone to know where I work. Neither one of us wants anyone to know that we have begun to have an affair. And we certainly don’t want anyone to know what happened when he was at my apartment the other night. My uncle let himself in and caught us. Then he made Mr. Martin suck his dick. Then he fucked Mr. Martin so hard that he came everywhere.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
Usually, I try to avoid “meeting the boyfriend’s parents,” but Ian was persistent. I’m sure he was picturing a future that would never happen, but after he kept asking three times and I kept refusing, I caved. Dressed in an overly sexy dress, I let him pick me up and bring me to his parents’ home for dinner.
Ian’s dad opened the door, and my cock throbbed instantly. He was precisely the kind of silver fox I love to dig my dick into. When he gave me a welcoming hug, I pressed myself in a little too tightly and held on to him a little too long. Ian gave me a strange look when we finally parted, but his dad’s hand went to my lower back to welcome me into the house.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna had a sexy couple move in next door. It consisted of a strapping young, tall handsome man, and it’s totally hot bimbo wife. She decided to bring them a housewarming gift and welcome them to the neighborhood. In return, they invited her over for dinner.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
When I say fill me up, I mean it. For me, the greatest thrill, the purest joy, comes in the shape of a man’s penis. Call them what you want – weiners, cocks – for me, they are nothing more than hard pleasure. The sight of one, firm and eager, makes my breath catch.
I love the feeling of putting a big juicy cock in my mouth. Thick and warm, sliding over my tongue, filling my cheeks, pressing against the back of my throat. It’s a delicious test of how much I can take and how deep I can go. The way it stretches my jaw, pushing, pulsing, making me gasp for air even as I crave more.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I have a serious thing for pantyhose. Not just an ‘Oh, these look nice with my skirt’ kind of thing. More like ‘If I could wallpaper my apartment with nude sheers, I absolutely would’ kind of thing. It’s an obsession, a fixation, a silky, glorious addiction. It started innocently enough. I had a preference for smooth legs under dresses. But then it escalated.
Now, the mere sight of a freshly opened packet of control tops sends a little shiver down my spine. The satisfying rustle as I pull them up, the way they hug every curve, the subtle sheen catching the light…it’s pure, unadulterated joy. I have an entire chest of drawers dedicated to my collection. Fishnets, opaques, sheers, shinies, matte, reinforced toe, open toe…you name it, I’ve got it, probably in three different colors.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Oh, Bryan. From the moment he walked into the room, my internal “boob-dar” (a finely tuned instrument I’ve developed over many years of living with these glorious twin peaks) started pinging like crazy. He had that particular glint in his eye, the one that said, “Yes, I see the whole woman standing before me, but also…have you seen those things?” I like to think of myself as having a reasonably charming personality, a witty repartee, and eyes that sparkle with mischief, but Bryan? His gaze, bless his heart, seemed to have been surgically realigned to a precise latitude just below my chin.
Our conversation was punctuated by an almost comical pattern. He’d start a sentence while his eyes valiantly attempted to meet mine, only for them to drift south with an almost gravitational pull before he’d catch himself. He’d blush slightly and restart with renewed (but fleeting) determination. I’m used to it, of course; being a woman of ample tittage means you develop a certain resilience, but with Bryan, it was less about objectification and more about an endearing, almost scientific fascination. He simply couldn’t help himself. Honestly, it was kind of adorable.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My shift has been long. The music is loud, the men are loud. On this stage, I am a queen, even if the crown is just a spotlight and the throne is a brass pole. They watch me, hands gripping their drinks, their eyes hungry. I give them a show. But inside, I feel empty. A machine on repeat. I need something real.
My set ends. The applause is sloppy. I grab my towel and head quickly toward the back hall. “Five minutes, Stella,” the DJ calls out. Five minutes. That’s enough time. I push open the door to the small storage closet near the ice machine. It smells like bleach and desperation. I lock the bolt quietly. No one ever comes back here. This dark, hidden place is mine.
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