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Making Him Fuck His Sister

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Kevin loved his little sister Lindsey, but he had a really silly way of showing it. He was so mean to her! Always tripping her or pushing her down the stairs. I knew it was more than just sibling rivalry. He just didn’t know how to express his true affections to her.

So one night, while I was babysitting, they’d both brushed their teeth and gotten into their pjs. I corralled them into Lindsey’s room and told Kevin he’d been particularly mean to her that day and that he’d have to apologize for it. He didn’t want to, of course, until I pushed down Lindsey’s PJ shorts to reveal her bald pussy and told him to kiss her sorry.

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My Kink

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I can’t help that my kink happens to be cheating. You don’t choose your kinks after all, they choose you. That’s why it’s not my fault that I cheat. I literally can’t help it! It’s my kink and knowing that it’s wrong makes the orgasms even better!

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The management at my apartment complex is terrible at making timely repairs. I generally take care of small things by myself, but I had no idea how to fix the hole in my bedroom wall. While rearranging my furniture, I dropped one end of my nightstand and now there was a hole in the wall. All the way through to my neighbor’s room. I was screwed. There was no way for me to fix it.

As I was examining the hole, my neighbor walked into his room, looking like he was fresh from a work out or shower. I knew I should look away, but the way the drops of water dripped down his skin was mesmerizing. I knelt down, getting closer to the hole to have a better look.

He stripped out of his baggy shorts and underwear. I’d always thought he was attractive, and I was silently kicking myself for not making a move sooner. He was packing, and I felt my pussy throb with want.

He laid out on the bed and pulled out his phone, scrolling through videos until he found something he liked; idly fondling himself before getting comfortable and focused fully on the screen.

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mechanic roleplay

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

As I stood at the grease-stained counter of Miller’s Auto, I knew this conversation wasn’t gonna go as planned. “Three hundred and forty dollars,” Dave said, not looking up from his ledger. He was a man composed entirely of callouses and indifference. “New alternator, labor, plus the diagnostic fee…tax…”

I looked at the counter, then at my hands. Three hundred and forty dollars was a fantasy. My bank account was a haunting echo of two-digit numbers and my rent was looming like a storm cloud. I thought about the rusted sedan in the bay behind him. It was my only tether to a job that was already dangling by a thread. Without that car, I was nothing. Without that car, I was back on the street.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

A few weeks ago I was cleaning out my Uncle’s storage shed and came across a box of unlabeled VHS cassettes. Who still has cassettes? Luckily I found an old VCR, cords and all, buried halfway down a pile of miscellaneous clothes, electronics and photos. After wrapping up my cleaning for the day I made sure to bring home the cassettes and VCR.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

His name was Julian. I didn’t know his last name and, honestly, I didn’t care. I had met him at the hotel lobby bar only two hours prior. He didn’t talk much, which was a relief. In a place where you don’t exactly belong, silence is the only honest currency.

The hotel’s hot tub was tucked into a secluded corner of the terrace, shielded by heavy, dripping ferns. The chlorine smell stung my nostrils and mixed with the faint, expensive scent of his cologne. When he pulled me into the water, the heat was abrasive, bordering on painful. The thing is, I kinda liked it.

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Dance On my pole

TS Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Slide over here, little sissy girl. Let me have a good look at you. Don’t play shy with me now! You told me how much you wanted this. Your first time with a Goddess like me. I can see how excited you are inside of that slutty, lingerie you’ve put on just for me.

You said you wanted us to match, and we do. Suspender stockings, crotchless panties in soft pink with push-up bras to match. I sure feel girlie, do you? Your six-inch heels make such a pretty sound on the floor as you saunter back and forth. You look ready to dance on my pole now, so like I said, “Slide over here, little sissy girl.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

A naked Lacie stood between Amber and me. We circled her, like predators assessing their prey. A lesson needed to be taught, and there was no one better to deliver it. “Let’s get you in this bra,” Amber told Lacie, who lifted her arms. Amber slipped the silky straps up Lacie’s arms and hugged her to clasp the bra tight.

From behind Lacie, my hands scooped into the cups, adjusting her tits so they sat up nice and pretty. Our student moaned at our touches, and we praised how pretty she looked. The lessons for today would be how to clean up a used pussy, both Amber and I were leaking into our panties, and to take cock like a girl.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve learned that the world is essentially a runway if you have the right silhouette. Every step I take feels like a choreographed performance. It’s almost a game at this point – counting the lingering men with their eyes locking onto the sway of my MILF ass. My hips sway with a deliberate, rhythmic grace that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I don’t shy away from their hunger. Instead, I adjust my stance just a fraction, letting the ambient lighting catch the contours of my BBL. That’s right, I have one. The blatant staring is a testament to the fact that my investment is working exactly as intended.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna’s handsome, powerful boyfriend went on vacation… with his wife. This infuriated her with psychotic rage. But the more she thought of it, she began to laugh. Why should she stay at home, or wait for him? Why behave? When Daddy is away, anyone can play.

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