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A lady doesn’t kiss and tell. A lot of dancers tend to be very jealous, competitive, catty, insecure, and petty. They sometimes feel the need to brag to the other girls about which clients they’ve been entertaining privately. But a lady should never kiss and tell. There are a few quirky clients that somehow get off on that. And of course, in that case, we give them what they want. But most respect their privacy.

Gossip has been spreading about a relationship I’m having with my friend’s father. You might remember that she had a party at his house. And that was the night I met him. He’s a big sweetheart. He’s confident, mature, and quiet. But his big dick energy in potent and undeniable. The best part is his huge heart. I’m really falling for him. But it’s no one else’s business. My friend works with us at the club, so that doesn’t make the situation any easier. All of the girls have been giving me the third degree. They all know that he’s very wealthy. What they don’t know is that he’s been spoiling me like crazy. He’s the best sugar daddy I’ve ever had.

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It was a scorching hot summer day. Of all days for my air conditioner to go out. It’s not quick to get an A/C repair guy out during the summer in Texas. It usually takes several days since they get so backed up. But luckily, I know someone that owns an air conditioning repair company. Of course he told me that they were very backed up. But he told me that he could have one of his guys come over this evening when he is finished with all of his appointments. I was very grateful and thankful. But I was wondering how I was going to make it through the day. I took a couple of showers to get wet. Then I put on as little clothing as possible. I had on a little thin spaghetti strap tank top and some thin little shorts. It was too hot for a bra or panties. I turned on all the fans. Sucking on popcycles helped too. Finally I heard a knock on the door. It was such a relief. I couldn’t get to the door quickly enough. When I opened it, before me stood a strikingly handsome young man.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It’s not a secret, not really. Not to anyone who’s spent more than an hour with me discussing my dating life. My friends just sigh and nod. But it’s true. Unapologetically true. Some people search for a connection, a meeting of minds, a shared love for obscure indie films. All valid, I suppose. For me? I mean, sure, those are nice bonuses. But when it comes down to it, to that primal, magnetic pull, there’s one non-negotiable. I only like big dicks. Huge ones.

And I don’t mean ‘a little above average, nice.’ I mean, fill-you-up, stretch-you-out, leave-no-doubt big. The way it anchors you, the undeniable mass that makes subtle movements feel like seismic shifts. It’s not just about the numbers, though that’s certainly part of the equation. It’s the feeling of being completely, utterly taken. Of every nerve ending singing a roaring symphony, leaving no void, no empty space.

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My best friend’s dad is so hot. I can’t stop thinking about him. His rock hard pecs, dreamy eyes.  A real man. One day I went over to her house, unannounced. My phone broke into a zillion pieces earlier that day, and I was headed to go get it replaced at me cell phone carrier. I decided to check in with her,  since I hadn’t all day (which was unusual). I got to her house, and let myself inside ( as I usually did). The door was unlocked, which means everyone was home. Went to her room, to find it empty. Hmmmm…. I wonder where she went. I decided to leave. As I was leaving, I saw her parents from, was slightly open. I was curious and walked and took a peek. There was her gorgeous daddy naked on the bed sprawled out, with his fat cock in his hand.

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I came home from school and once again, my laundry was folded neatly on my bed. A chore my step-dad has taken up doing for me ever since he became my panty slave. The horndog would do anything just to get close to my undies, so I capitalized on it.

If he wanted to play in my panties, he’d have to be a good boy and do my laundry while I was at school. I’d busted him one too many times pulling my little cotton panties out of the hamper and doing God knows what with them. This way, we were both getting something out of it, but my car had started making an awful sound, and it was time to amp up step-daddy’s panty addiction to benefit me.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I decided to let my hair down and indulge in a fantasy I’d always harbored, but hadn’t yet tried. It began with booking a luxurious hotel room, slipping into my sexiest lingerie, and texting ten of my most attractive guy friends, inviting them to join me for a night of debauchery and sin. To my delight, each one of them eagerly accepted the invitation.

The room buzzed with excitement as my friends arrived, one by one, each more handsome than the last. The energy in the room was electric, and I knew that tonight was going to be unforgettable. I mean, ten cocks all to myself?! How could I ever not enjoy that?! Once everyone was there, I made my intentions clear. Each of them was to take a turn with me, to fulfill my deepest desires and then make me do anything they wanted. The room erupted in cheers, and I knew I had made the right choice.

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Mistress Anna put out an ad: Calling all submissive sluts. She needed to find a new Sissy to whore out and train for her own selfish, deviant, sexual purposes. Many came, lined up and interviewed, but she managed to narrow it down to a single one: He was extremely horny, very submissive, and in dire need of training.

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He came into work and told me that he wanted to play with my feet again. “It’s time for another photo shoot. I have some ideas and something very fun planned” he informed me. What happened last time started playing over in my head. All of a sudden, a surge of energy and wetness exuded from my pussy. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind this time. What else could there be? We did everything last time. And it was freaking hot. I never knew I had a foot fetish before. He brought it out in me. I began to wonder if everyone would have the same response to what he did to me. I guess some people’s feet might be too ticklish. But there are sexually arousing reflexology points on feet. So it makes sense that stimulating them feels so good. And I’m proof that it can actually lead to orgasm. Just thinking about it had me so horny and ready for the photo shoot.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

As Billy stepped into the shower, I admired his lean, toned body, my gaze lingering on his uncut cock, already hard and ready for me. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, so I stepped in after him, as my hands explored every inch of his skin. “I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, his voice sounding shaky. I smiled up at him, as my fingers traced the length of his shaft. “That’s okay, Billy. I’ll show you everything you need to know.”

I started by lathering up his body with a lavender mint soap, my hands eagerly sliding over his chest and down to his cock as I washed him. I took my time, teasing him with soft touches and gentle strokes until he was moaning and bucking against my hand.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

You might expect a French girl like me to be utterly obsessed with haute couture, fine beverages, or perhaps skiing at Mont Tremblant dans l’hiver. And yes, I appreciate a good Pinot Noir and a perfectly tailored jacket as much as the next Quebecquoise girl. But my true passion, my deepest, most fulfilling joie de vivre, lies in a rather unconventional area of human anatomy. Specifically, I’m talking about the magnificent and surprisingly expressive region known as the male butthole.

There’s a certain thrill in watching a man slowly melt into a puddle of delightful vulnerability. The initial surprise, the widening of eyes, the subtle shift in their posture – it’s all part of the butthole exploration dance. They rarely see it coming; my innocent, wide-eyed French charm is an excellent camouflage, masking the mischievous intent bubbling just beneath my surface. It’s like presenting them with a delicate macaron, only to reveal it’s filled with a tiny, exquisitely potent jalapeño. Magnifique!

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