Category: horny phone sex

cheating

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It was time to put my loser boyfriend’s cock-sucking, ego-swallowing needs where his mouth was. So, I set the wheels in motion to have some fun without him, flirting shamelessly with a handsome stranger at the bar. The way he looked at me, hung up on every word, made my pussy clench. I took his hand, leading him to the hotel room I’d booked.

As the door clicked shut, I undressed slowly, turning to give him a full view of my body – firm breasts, toned legs, the glistening pussy juice gathering between my legs. He couldn’t take his eyes off me. I loved the hunger in his gaze, the desperation. It only fueled my own arousal. I pushed him onto the bed, straddling him, and ground my wet pussy against that bulge in his pants.

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Addicted To My Exconvicts Cock

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Come on, Kay, you have to come to Nick’s coming home party,” Tiffany begged. “He really wants to see you, and I know you miss him. It’s been what? Two years?”

I chewed at my lower lip as I nodded. It’d been a long time since my ex got locked up. Of course, I missed him, I was addicted to him but it was something I tried never to admit to myself. The man is toxic, dangerous, and so fucking sexy it hurts. I can’t say no when I’m around him. No matter how dumb the thing he’s asking me to do is, I always agree just to see him smile at me. I literally CAN’T go to his welcoming home party. It’d be better for me if I just pretended he was never, ever getting out of prison.

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breeding

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My hand trembled slightly as I pulled it back from Mr. Thorne’s firm grip. This was the biggest deal of my career, and it was done. “To celebrate, Stella,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “you must join me for dinner.” I accepted. The restaurant was upscale, the drinks flowed, and his eyes, dark and intense, seemed to see through me, past the business woman, to something deeper.

Dinner ended, but the night was young. “One more drink?” he asked, his hand lightly on my arm as we stepped out into the cool city air. The ‘one more drink’ became two, then three, in a dimly lit bar where the music was soft and the world outside faded. He leaned closer, his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely masculine, filling my senses. My usual discipline, my careful boundaries, began to dissolve.

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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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butthole blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

So, you know how everyone has that one quirky thing that makes them unique? Like, maybe they organize their socks by color, or they insist on buttering their toast in a specific way? Yeah, well, my Daddy, he’s got a thing. A very specific thing. And frankly, I’ll tell you…it’s my butt. Or, more precisely, my slightly used, fresh-from-a-long-day, let’s-be-real-it’s-a-bit-“dirty” butthole. Daddy loves a dirty butthole! Especially mine.

It’s not like he’s a hygiene menace, and I’m definitely not walking around un-wiped. No, no, no. But for some reason, the moment I’ve been out all day…rushing around, hitting the gym, maybe even just living…and I finally collapse onto the sofa, he gets this twinkle in his eye. It’s like he can smell adventure. Or, you know, just me.

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boss

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna had been assigned a new boss at work. She immediately couldn’t stand him at first sight. He seemed like a real prude. He would correct everything she did, and make her even re-do assignments over and over.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

One of the members at the gentlemen’s club hired me to dance at his son’s bachelor party. Those are always fun gigs and an easy way to make a good amount of quick cash. But this one wasn’t like most. They had something different in mind. As I took the elevator up to his swanky bachelor pad, I had no idea what I was in for. It all started out like any other bachelor party. We had some drinks and mingled. Then we turned on the music and I started dancing. I gave each of the guys individual attention but focused mostly on the bachelor. He was sitting in a chair right in the middle of everyone. I decided to tease him and drive him wild by rubbing my ass in his lap and my tits in his face. Then I would go do the same to one of his friends. Every time I went back over to him, his cock was harder than before. By the time I went through all of his friends, all of their cocks were pitching tents in their pants. But the bachelor didn’t know that I had a surprise for him.

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slut

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The message from Puppet always started the same way: a desperate plea. He called it a “hang out,” but I knew what he really meant. “She’s in the other room,” he whispered, his voice thin and shaky as he called. “Just…just come. Please, Stella. I need you to see me.”

See him. He always wanted me to see him. It was a game, a twisted reflection of his own pathetic cravings. I felt nothing but a cold amusement. He was a puppet, all right, and I held the strings. The back door creaked as he let me in, his eyes darting to the hallway, then back to me, wide with a mixture of fear and desperate excitement.

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family fun

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Jorge emerged into my life every so often, bringing with him a fetish that most would consider very taboo: his mother. You see, theirs is a relationship that simply doesn’t fit into any of the neat boxes society has constructed. It was during one of these calls that Jorge first spoke of the attic discovery, a trove of old photographs. He described finding pictures of his mother from a time long before he was even a twinkle in her eye.

These weren’t just any old family snapshots; they were stunning, provocative images of a woman in various states of alluring undress, capturing a bygone era’s essence of beauty and sensuality. I remembered the thrill of seeing them for the first time, a genuine appreciation for the artistry and the raw, uninhibited glamour she exuded, making her truly a regular pinup girl, a testament to timeless allure preserved on faded paper.

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