Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Experienced men will ALWAYS fuck you better then someone your own age. It’s a scientific fact!!
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a thing for sexy, experienced men. I don’t care what anyone says, experience in bed is worth more than anything and older men will never let you down in that department. Trust me on this.
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*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I know a ton of fellow kinky cougars and we ALL admit to loving young cock. Once you’ve had it there’s really no going back. But how do you feel about us? When you were a teen was there ever a hot, older woman who used to make you cum?
Someone so sexy that you would think of her every time you jerked off. Maybe a neighbor or teacher that you used to fantasize about? How many kinky cougars have you had the pleasure of fucking?
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I’m a domme who loves to punish men who drool over me. I don’t like them, I like that they pay me. Today, I’ve got a new client, a man named Jack. He’s a regular caller, but this is our first time talking. I answer the call with a sultry “Oui Bonjour, Jack.” He stammers, “H-hi, Stella.” I can hear the nervousness in his voice, and it makes my pussy tingle. I love the power I have over these men. “So, Jack, tell me, what do you want to talk about today?” I ask, my voice dripping with seduction. He hesitates then says, “I…I want to talk about…you.”
I laugh, a deep, throaty sound. “Oh, Jack, you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? You want to talk about me? Well, let’s talk about my body, then.” I describe my curves, my small but full breasts, my tight ass, and my wet pussy. I can hear his breathing quicken, and I know he’s touching his cock. They all sound the same when they touch it. I smile, knowing I have him under my control. “Imagine my hands on your dick, Jack.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.
“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I stood in the plush hotel room, my heart pounding in my chest. Reed was seated in a chair, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Of course, I was dressed to the nines. My curves were accentuated by a form-fitting dress that hugged me in all the right places. The scent of my perfume filled the room, a subtle hint of seduction that hung in the air. My stilettos clicked rhythmically against the floor as I walked towards a chair, inviting Reed to strip down and have a seat.
A sudden knock echoed through the room, and I winked at Reed. I opened the door, and there they were – four strapping, brawny men, each one more enticing than the last. They stood before us, clad only in their underwear, their muscles rippling beneath their tanned skin. “Have mercy,” I thought to myself, as a wicked grin spread across my face.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Funny enough, almost none of my calls are based around mutual masturbation. Ninety percent of the time, I’m diapering a good boy or sissy-fying a good girl, but yesterday, a man called and he asked me to touch myself.
He had me describe my body and to touch those parts of me as I told him about them. My fingers were soft against my skin, hesitant and delicate as I whispered through the phone. It felt like the end of a first date, where you finally get to strip each other and explore every curve of the other person. I was giddy and nervous, but when I heard how his body was reacting to the images my voice planted in his mind, I grew wetter and wetter.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It was the best spring break ever. I couldn’t stop thinking about my friend’s sexy dad. He was just so sexy. I kept trying to stop thinking about him like that. But I just couldn’t. Every time I saw him, I imagined him naked. And us doing things. I think he could tell. Every time he looked over at me, I was staring at him. I would try to look away. But I would see a sexy smile come across his face. And that look in his eyes. It made me blush. I felt like he could tell what I was thinking. It made me feel like everyone else could tell too. But I just couldn’t stop fantasizing about him. No matter how hard I tried not to, I always got so wet around him. I think his pheromones just drive me wild or something. But I could also see how he was looking at me. I could tell that he was interested as well. He always seemed to examine what I was wearing. Oh, and he would wink at me. That would just melt me. And make my pussy throb. I found myself purposely trying to be around him.
Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414
I love to go to the mall and make the boys gawk. I purposely dress in something really sexy. Of course I go braless. So they can see my nipples through the thin, sheer material. It turns me on so much. In addition to being a nymphomaniac, I’m also an exhibitionist. I guess you have to. To be a good dancer, you have to enjoy being exposed. And stared and gawked at. Which I definitely do.
The other day I wore a sexy little dress with no panties. I went into lingerie stores, department stores, upscale boutique stores, and shoe stores. Purposely flashing everyone along the way. You wouldn’t imagine all the free stuff and discounts I get. I go to all the kiosks that sell my favorite products. Skincare, hair tools, makeup, perfume, and more. I flirt and flash with mostly men but sometimes women too. Then I walk away with so many freebies. I never have to pay for most of my favorite things. It’s so exhilarating. And I get so turned on by it. It makes me so wet and horny. I usually end up playing with myself in a dressing room.
Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453
My friends and I were meeting for “Ladie’s Happy Hour”. We do it once a month. It’s our chance to catch up. This time we went to a really swanky, upscale place. It was the trendy spot to be, apparently. It was standing room only for a while. But we eventually got a high top in the bar. We had tapas, lots of drinks, and a great time catching up. It was time to catch our rides. We ordered them on our apps. So we made our way outside.
Right there before our eyes was a total hottie. In the sexiest car ever. He was pulled up to the valet. We stood in awe and speechless. A red convertible mustang. Music thumping. Sexy pink lights. Damn, who was this hottie? I wondered. Then his eyes locked with mine. It was magnetic. As if we had known each other our entire lives. It was so weird. He finally motioned for me to come over. I felt so awkward but drawn to him. He asked me if I needed a ride. I told him I had one coming. My friend’s rides started arriving. They were leaving one by one. Soon I was left alone.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I love being paid to be a slut. There, I said it. It’s not something I’m ashamed of. You see, I used to work a regular job, just like everyone else. But I couldn’t shake this feeling, this itch, that there was something more out there for me. Something that would make me feel alive. And then I found it – phone sex operating.
“God, you sound so fucking hot,” you groan into the phone, your voice deep and needy. I can feel my pussy getting wet just from the sound of it. I’m completely naked, lying on my bed, the phone cradled between my ear and shoulder. I run my fingers over my nipples, pinching and twisting them until they’re hard and sensitive. “You like that, don’t you?” I purr, my voice low and seductive. “You like it when I talk dirty to you.” “Fuck, yes,” you pant. “I want to hear more…I want to hear everything.” Giggling, I spread my legs wide, my fingers trailing down my