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Office Throat Slut

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Miss Reese,” the crackled voice came through the intercom. “Mr. Davis will see you now.” I stood up and smoothed the simple pencil skirt down my thighs. My blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show off my cleavage, and my tall high heels made no sound as I walked across the carpet to his office.

Carefully, I pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped into his office. Mr. Davis was on the phone, no doubt with a high-paying client. He didn’t look up from his notepad but crooked a finger for me to begin. I licked my lips as he pushed his big office chair back from the desk. Dropping down to my hands and knees, I crawled to my position under his desk. Our eyes did meet then, just briefly, as I sat on my heels and began to unzip his pants.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Please Read Part 1 to catch you up….

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Suddenly I realized that I was going to get my pussy waxed in front of all of these people. But when it came time, I realized it was going to be my asshole too. I couldn’t believe I agreed to this. And I couldn’t believe Brandy hadn’t forewarned me. But I pulled my legs back like she told me to. I spread them wide open. The instructor came over for a close up view. Her face was about a foot away from my pussy. She made me feel so uncomfortable. But when Brandy started spreading that warm wax all over me, I started to get so aroused. I know they could both see my pussy getting wet and my clit swelling. It felt so good but I was so embarrassed. When she started applying the strips and rubbing on them, I literally almost came. She stopped right in time.

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My thighs burned from the depth of my crouch as we circled each other. You’ve ripped off my top and with it my bra. My tits swing heavy, and I’ve got my hands held out, ready to shove you back should you lunge forward. There is a cocky grin spread wide across your face when you fake forward, and I jolt back. “Scared you’ll lose?” You taunt me.

Using your teasing as a chance to strike, I jump into your chest, throwing you off balance and plowing you to the ground. Your hands grab at my hips as you try to turn us. Hoping to pin me to the floor, but my powerful thighs clench your arms to your ribs, and I yell out a premature sound of victory.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The dim amber glow of the lounge was a stark contrast to the cool rain tapping against the penthouse windows. Tonight, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only the low hum of the jazz record playing in the corner, and the undeniable tension stretching between the three of us on the velvet sofa.

Elena sat to my left, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. While her husband was stretched out on my right. He was watching me with a quiet, intense focus that made my skin prickle with anticipation.

“You’re remarkably quiet tonight,” Elena murmured, her voice a low purr. She leaned in closer, the faint scent of jasmine drifting between us. Her hand found my knee, her fingers resting lightly, warm even through the fabric of my dress.

“Just taking it all in,” I replied, my voice slightly breathless.

Her husband shifted, closing the distance on the other side. He reached out, warm hand cupping the back of my neck, his thumb gently stroking the sensitive skin just beneath my ear. A soft shiver rippled down my spine. Caught between the two of them, the sheer sensory overload was entrancing. I was the absolute center…

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Cock Sucking Pro

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Would you consider yourself a cock sucking pro? No?!? Well that’s just too unfortunate for me to let continue. Stick with me and I’ll make sure you’re on the right path to getting your first cock in between those lips of yours.

If you know me you know that I will not take no for an answer once I decide to make you my cock sucking protege. You wouldn’t want to let me down anyway, would you? Of course not. So just accept your new role as my personal cock sucking pro and we’ll have zero issues.

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I call it my gallery, though most would call it a dungeon. People focus too much on the wreckage of souls left behind in my wake, but never enough on the tools that craft such transformations. I walk the length of the room, as my heels click against the polished floor. To my left, the rack of whips perfectly catches the dim light. They are my finest instruments, with each one balanced to a fraction of an ounce. I use them frequently and adoringly.

Further down the wall, protected behind glass, lies my collection of heavy iron toys. These are for when I require total stillness. The weighted spreaders, the chrome-plated clamps, and the intricate, velvet lined locks all look so pretty in their perfect places. Each piece is a masterpiece of cold, unyielding geometry. I love the way they look…clean, clinical, and utterly indifferent to the humanity they are meant to restrain.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

His hands were trapped beneath my own, pinned gently but firmly against the mattress. His breath came in ragged, uneven shallow puffs, his eyes wide and dark with a desperate, beautiful focus.

“Please,” he whispered, the syllable catching in his throat.

“Not yet,” I replied, my voice a low, teasing thread in the quiet room.

I leaned down, tracing the line of his jaw with the tip of my tongue. Deliberate and slow. Every movement I made was a calculated exercise in restraint. I dragged my fingertips down his chest, barely skimming the surface of his skin. Watching the way his muscles jumped in response to the agonizingly light touch. He arched into it, searching for the deep, heavy friction he craved. I shifted my weight just out of reach, denying him release.

Keeping someone on the precipice is a delicate art. It requires reading the exact moment the tension becomes too much to bear, and then pulling back just a fraction of an inch.

I hovered over him, letting my hair brush against his skin. I pressed against him, offering an agonizingly fleeting, brief taste of full contact. Then slowing the rhythm down to a tortuous crawl. He let… Continue reading “The Edge of Pleasure” →

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

After I transformed my friend Brady into Brandy, and got her deflowered, she promised to use me as her cosmetology school model. I couldn’t wait for her to practice on me. I was excited to be her test dummy. Not only did I get the treatments for free but I got to learn things like how to do my makeup. I’ve never been really good at doing my own hair and makeup. Plus, I could use a little pampering after the long summer hours working at the breastaurant. So when Brandy called me for my first gig, I was so excited. But then she told me not to be. She said this one wasn’t going to be pleasant or glamorous. Then she had to go without explaining any further. I was curious and suddenly hesitant. But I knew I couldn’t let her down. I had already promised to be her model for every exam. And there was no time left to find a fill in. So I braced myself for the worst and headed over there. But I had no idea what to expect. My mind was running wild all the way over there.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded city park, and all my attention was focused on the few inches of shared space on our picnic blanket. Around us, distractions abounded; a group playing volleyball, dogs chasing frisbees. To anyone passing by, we were just two friends enjoying a lazy Sunday.

No one saw the way your bare knee was pressed firmly against mine; an unyielding point of contact that sent my groin throbbing.

You shifted closer, leaning back on one elbow under the shade of a massive tree. The movement caused your sunglasses to slide down the bridge of your nose, exposing intense eyes that locked onto mine. “It’s beautiful out here,” you murmured. Voice low enough that it was almost swallowed by the ambient chatter.

Your hand was doing the real talking.

With agonizing slowness, your fingers trailed up my calf, tracing along the edge of my clothes. My breath hitched, quiet intake that I forced myself to mask by taking a slow sip of my drink. The sheer thrill of the surrounding crowd made my skin prickle with electricity.

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Summer Suckfest

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It’s finally beautiful outside which means one thing, we need to get you ready for a summer suckfest. Have you spent the winter sucking off hung men? Or at the very least practicing on dildos? Because you don’t want to go into this summer lacking skills, do you? I didn’t think so.

Having a little dick sucking refresher is good every now and then. Especially when we’re on the verge of unlimited cock during this year’s epic summer suckfest. Even the most experienced sluts can always get better. Just think about how many cocks you can show off your new skills to.

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