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Mr. Johnson Fucks My Satin Panties

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Whenever I’m sitting at the Johnson’s house, I get so horny. Mr. Johnson is the perfect man. He’s a great dad, a good husband, and so funny. As soon as I put the kids to bed, I go into their bedroom and get naked. Then I take one of his business shirts from the closet and pull it over me. I love how the collar smells, and for a few hours, I pretend I’m his wife.

Once I had his shirt on, I lay on his side of the bed and inhaled his pillow. The man smells like sin and sex, and I can’t help but rub my fingers over the crotch of my satin panties as I fantasize about what it would be like to be with him. I was so wrapped up in my daydream the last time I did this that I didn’t hear his car pull into the drive. Nor did I hear him walk up the stairs and into the bedroom.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Your eyes don’t open but you are slightly awake. Not enough to comprehend what is happening around you, or where you are. It’s warm, comfy, probably a bed. You still feel the pull of sleep in your mind. Everything is groggy, but you feel amazing. This sleep is the best you’ve had in a while. Why in the world do you feel so good? There is bliss running through your body. No nap will ever top this. As the minutes go on, you wonder what is happening. Why do you feel so good, your toes curling into the sheets underneath you? The sheets rustle.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

How long has it been since you felt as good as you deserve? Probably longer than you would like. And I get that. How can you devote so much time to finding the perfect pussy that will please you whenever you desire? Again, not enough. But how can you remedy this issue that plagues so many men? It’s a hard, hard problem to solve, isn’t it? Well, worry no more. That is why we are here, us ladies on this site. But I know you’re reading this to find out more about me. So, I will explain why I would love to be the one to please you.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Moving on, it’s New Year’s Day and I’m feeling flabby. What can I say? Holiday cookies and eating are just so yummy! Thank goodness my condo building has a gym. When I looked at myself in the mirror, weighing myself and seeing 116 pounds on the scale. I, therefore, decided to hire a personal trainer.

Now, my condo building’s gym is really nice. Top-of-the-line equipment. Full-size Olympic swimming pool, sauna, and hot tub.

It is barely used by people. It makes me feel like I have my own private gym oasis.

The trainer I hired is named Mark. All I knew about him was that he was fucking jacked, hot, and looked like he was packing a massive package.

Furthermore, I was wearing black Lulu Lemon leggings that were cinched a little bit so they really highlighted my phat ass. All I had on top was a pink Under Armour sports bra. On my feet were my black and pink Air Jordans.

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I have such a fun story! The last time I was at the mall, there was a little mall Santa booth set up for pictures. And of course, I wanted my picture with that nice old man taken! It is always so fun to get pictures with him. They make good cards, blah blah blah. You know the drill. Anyway, I lined up with all the other people to get a chance to sit on his jolly ol’ lap. Took forever, but those eyes he gave me when he saw me automatically made it all worth the wait.
 

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Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Last Christmas, I stayed at my mom’s new place with her and my stepdad. She has a super tiny apartment with only one bedroom and bathroom, so I slept on their couch. My mom woke me up as she was bustling around the kitchen. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes when I asked her what she was doing.

She told me she was getting ready to run down to the bakery. It only opened for a few hours on Christmas morning and sold the best honey buns. They are my stepdad’s favorite, so she wanted to get fresh, warm ones for him to enjoy this morning. She kissed me on the forehead while jangling her keys from her pocket and said she’d be back in an hour or two since the line was bound to be around the block already.

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Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

I see you in the audience of the recital. Maybe you are there supposed to be watching a daughter or son sing the same stupid Christmas songs they sing every year, but this year is different because as you sit beside your wife, you’ve been eye fucking me through every chorus. She doesn’t notice because she watches the show through her phone. She sways and mouths the lyrics while you try to hide your boner with your Christmas scarf.

My skirt is shorter than everyone else on the stage, and the filthy spark in my eyes has you thinking about how much you’d love to have my teen cream all over your face.

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 Ronnie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 443

A really nice man read my blog about how I wanted to learn about spankin’, and he sure did deliver! He couldn’t believe I’d never been spanked before. I guess he thought I looked like a very bad girl or somethin’! Anyhow, he liked the idea of me getting paddled by a teacher, so we pretended I got caught passin’ notes in class, and he got upset.

I guess that’s against the rules, I tried to explain that I didn’t pass it. I only received the note, but he said that didn’t matter. It was a punishable offense, and I would have to stay after class to get a spankin’! Can you believe it? A grown man, a person in a position of authority, wanted to spank little ol’ me! I was as nervous as I was excited.

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Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

My nemesis is the Headmaster at the boarding school my parents sent me to. He’s on a mission to reform me into a polite young lady who adds value to society, but I just want to be bad. I guess he didn’t appreciate the gift I got him as a thank-you for letting me in. I hired a mariachi band to follow the Headmaster around for my first day, and it wasn’t more than a few hours after they arrived that he found me.

He burst through the door of my second period, band in tow, and pulled me out of class. He marched me down the hall and made me dismiss the band so they wouldn’t have to witness my punishment.

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New Girl On The Block

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Ready to meet the new girl on the block? Initially, I may be a little reserved and shy, but you can help coax me out of my shell. I’m a vanilla farm girl who’s looking at a world of flavors, wanting to lick them all. I just don’t know where to start. The world of kink is like a turbulent sea with rip tides and tsunami waves trashing about in front of me. I’m aching to dip a toe in the water, yet afraid I’ll be swept out into something I can’t turn back from.

Will you be my light hose? Or a life raft? Help me find a way to ease into the things that turn you on and teach me what it’s like to be aroused.

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