Category: MILF

Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

The MILF next door teases you with her mature, curvaceous body.  You watch out your window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her out in her yard.  I’ve noticed the way your curtains flutter in different windows as you try to avoid getting caught peeping.  So, today I waited until I knew you were home alone.  Then I put on my slinkiest sexiest dress and walked across the street.  I knocked on your door and stepped inside when you answered and invited me in.  Your mouth hung open as you looked me up and down up close and personal.  Here stood your spank bank material in person right in front of you.

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snowman sex

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Barnaby the Snowman wasn’t like the typical, friendly, button-eyed fellow you see on Christmas cards. His broad, muscled torso was comprised of meticulously packed and sculpted powder, but what really snagged my attention was the sheer architectural ambition of his midsection and the monster carrot dick that stood straight out between his snow covered balls. This snowman was more man than snow!

“Well, hello there, handsome,” I whispered, brushing an errant flake off his coal eye. I knew it was absurd to flirt with an inanimate frozen object, but Barnaby radiated a silent, powerful magnetism. The impulse to touch him became overwhelming. The shock of the cold was electric and immediate. Maybe it was just the wind, but in my heightened state, it sounded like he wanted me to press myself against his icy body. I swore he told me to.

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cock size

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It was another one of our infamous “Mama Meet-Ups,” a glorious gathering of us doting ABDL Mamas, where the coffee flowed, the gossip swirled, and, inevitably, the “boys” became the star of every conversation. I always looked forward to seeing my dear friends, Sarah and Jessica, knowing full well what delightful (and slightly competitive) chatter lay ahead. Our living rooms, usually adorned with adult-sized baby gear and pastel colors, transformed into arenas where we’d playfully boast about our boys, their latest achievements, their prodigious appetites, and, well, their more personal “assets.”

No sooner had the kettle whistled its last tune and the first round of cocoa been served, than Sarah, with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, leaned forward and whispered “Oh, you guys simply wouldn’t believe what my Big Max did this morning! He filled out his special ‘super-duper-absorbent’ diaper like it was tailor-made, bulging in all the right places, of course. He’s just getting so robust, you know!”

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

I’ve got a special naughty activity that I love to do at the end of a long day.  At the long of a particularly long day, I enjoy calling one of the local pizza delivery restaurants and ordering a last minute, late night delivery.  Last night, I was desperately in need of release and relief from the stress of the day.  So, I waited until the last minute and ordered a pizza for delivery.  The young hot delivery boy arrived at my door with my hot pizza.  But it wasn’t the pizza that I was after after my long hard day.  I desired hot young delivery boy to satisfy my particular hunger.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

There was a time when I got more attention from the boy next door than my own husband. He felt like working overtime to make as much money as possible was more important than spending time with me. So I was left home alone a lot. I was bored, so horny and starving for attention. So what does a girl do in this situation? She goes shopping! And where does a very horny girl go shopping? The sex store! Yes, I wanted, no, I needed some toys! There were so many to choose from. But the waterproof ones caught my eye since I love to play with myself in the hot tub. I couldn’t get home fast enough. My pussy was so wet and ready to test them out.

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Kinky Cougar

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Do you love kinky cougar phone sex as much as I do? I hope so because when you call me, you’re going to have the best phone fuck of your life. I know that some of you have been calling me for a while, and I will never get tired of fucking you. But maybe there’s some fresh cock out there looking to try someone new. Wanting to see who else can take his fantasy to the next level. That’s why you need this new kinky cougar in your life.

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boobs

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.

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spooky abdl blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Leo was a gentle giant, and seeing him in his Halloween costume always brought a fond smile to my face. “All ready, my little T-Rex?” I cooed, adjusting the scales on his neck. He rumbled, a sound that was more purr than roar, and nodded. Decked out in my own witch costume and looking a bit more gothic than glittery, I grabbed his oversized candy bucket.

Our first few houses were normal enough. Leo showed off his stomping gait, polite “trick-or-treats,” and handfuls of candy. But, as we ventured further into the older part of town, the houses became more isolated and the decorations became more…well, authentic. Cobwebs hung thick and real from unkept bushes, and the air grew colder with each step.

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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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wetting pants

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was standing impatiently in the endless line for the artisanal coffee stand when my attention drifted to a man near the condiment station. He looked utterly normal, mid-forties, sporting the kind of practical, slightly too-long khaki shorts that scream “I own a reliable minivan and believe strongly in SPF 50.” He was fiddling intently with a massive travel mug, his brow furrowed in concentration, which made him a captivating, if mildly mundane, subject for my habitual people-watching session. Which is essentially my only viable defense against the soul-crushing boredom of waiting for overpriced caffeine.

Then it happened, with a swift, silent efficiency that defied the laws of polite public existence. My eye, tracking the slight shuffle of his feet as he adjusted his weight, caught a dark spot blooming rapidly on the front of those sensible khaki shorts, right where the pocket met the thigh, and it was spreading with an alarming, undeniable velocity. Initially, my brain tried to categorize the event as a catastrophic coffee spill—perhaps a sudden rupture in the travel mug’s sealing mechanism.

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