Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

There’s something about the way a woman moves. Her energy pulled me in. Not just her hips, or her lips, but the way she exists. The way her presence enters a room before she even speaks. It’s in the air she fills with a quiet confidence, an undeniable magnetism that calls you to notice. I used to tell myself it was admiration—just a girl crush, a passing fascination. But the truth was deeper, hotter, quieter. It was the lingering stares that stretched for seconds too long. The flutter in my chest every time she laughed or caught my gaze. The craving to taste her laughter on my tongue. To learn the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Being attracted to women isn’t just about sex—it’s about energy. A slow burn that builds over time, unnoticed at first, until it becomes all-consuming. It’s the way she carries herself, how her every movement seems intentional yet effortless. A slight tilt of her head. The curve of her neck. Her fingertips tracing a line on her skin that makes you ache to be the one to touch her.

I felt it in every conversation we had. That unspoken connection. She didn’t just talk to me—she Continue reading “Her Energy Pulled Me In”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have to admit, I have a bit of a strange fascination with my daddy’s “tiny peen.” I know it might sound a little weird, but there’s just something about how small and cute it is that I can’t get enough of. And the best part? It fits perfectly in my mouth! Now, I know what you’re thinking. “Ew, gross! How could you possibly enjoy that?” But trust me, it’s a lot of fun! In fact, it’s kind of become our little thing. Whenever I’m feeling extra dirty (in a good way, of course), I’ll let my panties get a little messier than usual and give my daddy a playful little grin. And he knows exactly what that means.

Before we know it, we’re both giggling and playing around, and before I know it, I’ve got his tiny peen in my mouth, giving it a little tickle with my tongue. And the best part? My daddy absolutely loves it. Continue reading “my daddy’s “tiny peen.””

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You see, this time of year, the world is seeing green – and not just because of all the Guinness being guzzled down. No, I’m talking about the emerald hues of the lucky charms that have my sweet snatch dripping like a pot of liquid gold at the end of a rainbow!

For all you horndogs out there, this St. Paddy’s Day weekend, if you’re lucky enough to find yourself sliding into my velvet soft folds, you’ll be seeing more than just green – you’ll be seeing stars! My pink paradise is the ultimate pot of gold, and trust me, once you stick your shamrock inside, you’ll never want to leave my magical land.

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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

He held his finger to his lips as his other hand guided his cock head into my open mouth. The house was quiet, his wife sleeping peacefully upstairs. When I came over this morning to ask for my neighbor’s assistance after locking myself out of my house, I had no idea he’d be filling my mouth as payment for his help.

I nodded at his silent instruction to keep quiet and tasted the precum already pooling at his tip. His eyes closed when my mouth sealed around him. Watching his expression of pleasure only made me want to do a better job for him. He let go of his cock and slipped his hand into my hair then started to fuck my mouth slow and steady.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My professor wasn’t fazed, I guess. His wife caught us. I was hiding under his desk. Sucking on his cock. She stormed in and found me. Then she humiliated both of us. She told us that she’s known about the “affair”.  And she can tell how he feels about me. But she told us that our sexual relationship could continue if it happens only happens when she’s present. We both agreed. Both of our reputations are on the line. Especially his. We have everything at stake.

A couple of days later, he asked me to stay after class. So I did. He told me I needed extra credit. I asked him when. I was assuming it would be at his house. With his wife present. But he said “Now, under the desk.” I couldn’t believe it. He literally was not fazed. But I was scared. She was a vindictive woman. I didn’t want to find out what kind of retaliation she was capable of. But he seemed to think it was worth the risk. He told me to get under the desk. So I did. Omg, his cock was harder than ever. I started sucking on it.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I have my own personal adult diaper baby. Can you believe it? At first, I never thought I’d be into it. Hell, I never thought he’d be into it either. But here we are, my fingers tracing against the soft, cotton edge of his diaper while his cock strains against the fabric like it’s begging to be freed from the Velcro snaps.

It started as a joke you know. Bobby and I were talking about kinks one night, tipsy off a bottle of something dark and dangerous, and he admitted it—he likes wearing diapers. All the time! Not for necessity, not for age play, but just because. “It makes me feel safe. Like I am being … taken care of” he said in a low voice as if he was confessing a sin. I didn’t laugh, cringe, nothing. I just got curious…

Now, he’s in my bed, sprawled out with nothing on but that thick, padded vice hugging his hips. It shouldn’t turn me on the way it does, but fuck—IT DOES!! Maybe, it’s the vulnerability of it you know the way he looks at me with those sultry blue eyes, waiting for my next move. Maybe it’s the Continue reading “My Adult Diaper Baby”

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my roommates can get really crazy. They have brought people home from work before. But it’s never gotten that crazy before. It was about three o’clock in the morning. I was sound asleep. Until I was awoken by giggles, moans, lots of different voices, and banging. At first, I was scared. I wondered what on earth was going on. Worried that something might be happening to my friends, I jumped out of bed. Then I ran down the hall towards the noise. I was so scared to open the door. My heart was beating so fast. I had no choice but to save them from a possible intruder. So I quietly opened the door and peeked in. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What on earth were they doing? I wondered. They had three guys in there. And from the looks of it, they were willing participants. The five of them were having an orgy. They were forming a human chain. All of them were having sex with each other at the same time. I’ve never seen anything like it. I started getting turned on by watching them. I couldn’t stop.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Interracial pussy fucking images can make you hot and horny but reading a true story of how a mixed slut like me and a white babe named Holly hooked up is so much better.

I met Holly last year in Atlanta at a festival picnic. Tall blonde with hazel eyes. 36D breasts and a body made by God. She had been traveling from LA and was looking to make Atlanta her permanent home, so the picnic was a way for her to test that theory. I was visiting for the summer so I had 2 months to get to know the city. The vibes, people, music everything was great. We ended up exchanging numbers and reconnected this past summer. 2 weeks later she was settled in down in Atlanta. To celebrate her arrival, I flew down and we decided to hit up a party. We did so many party favors, got wasted and had the best pizza in town.

The best part of the night though was when we drove to the beach to listen to the waves and smoke some good Maryjane. The night was going so well it turned into us laying down and kissing each other. Next Continue reading “Interracial Pussy Fucking”

Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watched as you waddled towards me, your diaper crinkling with each step. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, a sight that never failed to make my heart flutter and my pussy wet. “Amber,” you whined, your bottom lip pouting. “I need a change.”

I chuckled, my eyes tracing the outline of your hardening dick pressing against the diaper. “Is that so?” I teased, my fingers tracing the waistband. “Well, let’s get you cleaned up then.” You nodded eagerly, your eyes never leaving mine as I undid the tapes of your diaper. The scent of your arousal filled the room, making my clit throb with anticipation. I pulled the diaper away, revealing your rock-hard dick, already slick with precum. I gasped, as my hand instinctively reached out to stroke your length. You moaned in response, forgetting the ABDL role-play fun we had planned, as your hips bucked into my hand. I smirked, my grip tightening around your dick.

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