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What I want for Valentines day

What I want for Valentines day xoX TorrenceXox (844-332-2639) ext 415

You know what I want for valentines day? Aside from a box of gourmet chocolates, I need a good old fashion fucking.We don’t need the toys and props, just our bodies. I’m talking hair pulling, throat gripping, gut stuffing fucking. I want tears of happiness to roll out of the corners of my eyes, and down my cheeks. Ever got fucked so good, you spoke in tongues? Well I want to be fluent in the language once we’re done. Grab me by the neck, and kiss me deeply While I peel off my clothes ready to receive the best fucking of a lifetime.  

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dirty mommy

Mommy’s Protein Princess. Dirty Mommy Laylene entered Tami’s room, seeing her sissy baby in the pink glow of her Hello Kitty nite lite. With a devious smirk on her face, mommy worked quickly blindfolding, binding, and tying her princess to her bed. As Tami woke mommy explained it was a big day after months of preparation, one that would require lots of patience along with some pain. Mommy next placed a pink cock shaped paci in Tami’s mouth and secures it behind her head.

Mommy then removes her pink ruffly plastic pants and soggy diaper, wiping her down slowly. She stops at her clitty cock, looking down and smiling wickedly. With a gleam in her eyes, she leans over, her long hair dangling in Tami’s face. Mommy whispers in her ear, are you ready baby, it’s your very first milking. After months of no cummies, or stroking of your clitty, you are going to be rewarded with some very special nutrients and protein for my good little princess, as mommy smiles.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

You’ve hit that age. The one where your dick isn’t working quite like it used to. However, you aren’t ready to admit that it’s because your wife no longer turns you on. She’s noticed how you fall flaccid during sex, and she begs you with sad eyes, “Is it me?”

You say no, but you know it is. You get hard as a rock for porn (or me), so clearly, she is the problem. Yet, you want to keep your marriage a happy one, so you lie. You tell her it isn’t her, and NOW she is sending you to the doctor to get tested. She thinks there is something wrong with your testicles. To shut her up, you go. So, of course, you go. She’s been pushing you around for years. The doctor has ordered a sample to test your production. How Awkward. You should have just been truthful and said your wife no longer turns you on.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

“Kayla, please!” Stacey whined into the phone. “He’s like a super nerd and doesn’t even leave his room. He’s a good boy. Babysit for me this one time, and I’ll fill in for you next time you have to sit for the Johnsons, I swear!” Stupid Stacey had agreed to a date night with her long-time crush on the same night she’d agreed to babysit for the town prude. I’d seen her and her perfect son around the school before, and it wasn’t a job I wanted to take. But how could I refuse a girl a chance to get laid by her dream cock?

“You owe me, Stace.” She screamed so loud I thought my ear drum would burst. Finally, after three hundred ‘thank yous,’ she hung up, and I grabbed my bag and headed to the most perfect house in the neighborhood. Continue reading “When A Bad Girl Babysits A Good Boy” →

 

Deviant Phone Sex – click here to read part 1 if you want a little hot refresher. 

I whisper to you to get underneath her as I handcuff her hands behind her back. No distractions at all, no hair, or hands. Now Alison can focus on her body, how it feels, and me, how I look.
I push you down to the floor, with Alison on top of you. You protest. I stick her handcuffed hands around your jumping cock and tell you to enjoy.
Then I kick Alison’s legs open and stand over her. I kick off my stylish winter boots and put two pencil-thin stilettos on. Six inches. Strappy. Metal spikes. Very dominant. Your cock really starts moving.
“Alison,” I say as I lift one foot up, “the quicker you make my man cum the quicker this ends.”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

As your superior at the office, I’m constantly disappointed in your performance. You appear lazy, disorganized, and unfocused. No matter how often I correct you, the message just hasn’t gotten through. It’s obvious how you drool over my body all day long and that your unruly cock is the reason for you being the office bad boy.

Performance reports were released this morning, and my boss is angry. He says if you don’t shape up immediately, I’ll have to let you go. The simple truth is that I’m too busy to do your job and mine, and hiring someone new just takes too long. And it doesn’t promise the new candidate will be any better behaved than you. So I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands. I saunter over to your desk about half an hour before quitting time. Pre-usual, your hungry gaze zeros in on my tits, popping from my button-up blouse and the way my tight pencil skirt hugs the curve of my ass. “We’re staying after to finish the work you’ve allowed to become late. After everyone leaves, join me in my office.”

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You should be eating TS Alexus's ass!

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Football season is nearly over, and I can’t stand to miss a game. One of my horny little fuckboys begged to come over on Sunday. I tried to tell him I wasn’t in the mood for entertaining while I watched the games, but he promised he would just eat my ass and stay out of my way. Who could say no to a little ass eating?

The first game of the day was nearly over when he showed up. I didn’t even look in his direction, I told him I didn’t like to be interrupted during game time, but he just waltzed right over and got to work. I was lying on the couch on my stomach, and he shimmied my leggings down; I didn’t even lift a hip to help him.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I wouldn’t say I’ve always been a slut, but I’ve definitely have always been on the promiscuous side. Theo knew this, and I guess that’s why he came to me. We were in the library studying for yet another final when he closed my book while I was still reading it. It surprised me but got my attention, so I looked up at him. His big hazel eyes looked worried as he stared back at me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked quietly. His hand was still on the cover of my textbook when he let out a heavy sigh.

“Kaykay, I need your help with something. Something I’m scared to ask anyone else and am really embarrassed. Do you think you can help me with this,” He paused and looked behind me. “You know, telling everyone?” I was super curious and nodded eagerly. “Ok. Can you help me lose my virginity?”

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Alexus is cumming in the back of the uber

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After shopping and brunch with my girlfriends, I was so fucking horny. They were trying on lingerie in front of me for hours, and my balls were so blue. I had one too many mimosas at brunch to try and bit back the edge. Now that I was in the back of the uber on the way home, I could think of nothing but cumming.

The driver was focused on the road, so I pulled the skirt of my sundress up over my hips. Then tugged my cock out of my panties. My head leaned back into the seat, and I closed my eyes, imagining Jessica and Stacey in those skimpy lingerie outfits.

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Francie needs a human ashtray

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Welcome, slave. I’m so glad you’ve signed up to be my human ashtray. You should be fucking grateful to even be in my presence. Get to your knees and crawl here. Have you always been such a fat slob? This is going to stop now; I want a slave who is pleasing to the eye. From now on, you will only eat what I provide, and you’ll work out an hour a day: cardio and weights. You’ve let yourself go, and why shouldn’t you when you have no other purpose?

Well, now, ashtray, you have a purpose. To please me. Pick up that lighter and flick the flame to life. I’ll lean in close, the smell of my perfume making your prick ache to be closer to me. Don’t worry, little slut. I’ll toy with that clit if you’re well-behaved.

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