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Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I get a lot of deliveries this time of year. I’m home all day, and Amazon just makes it so easy with one-click buying that I’ve been spoiling myself with my Master’s account. All of his billing details are already saved in the account anyway. Every day has been like Christmas, and I’ve noticed the last four days, the same sexy delivery driver has been the one dropping my packages off by the front door.

Drivers work hard, especially this time of year. I thought it would be extra kind of me if I saw him pull in the drive; I skipped out in my pretty lingerie and thanked him. Personally.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My first night at the ranch was an unforgettable experience. From the moment our eyes met, we were hooked. We tried so hard to fight it. But the feelings were undeniable. It was wrong but it felt so right. He was my divorce attorney. We met the day I walked into his office to hire him to represent me. We both knew that it was unethical for us to have an intimate relationship. But the passion between us was so much stronger than our willpower. One day I walked into his office to give him some paperwork. His paralegal wasn’t there, he was alone. He walked out of his office with a look in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. I stood before him, papers in hand. He reached out his hand for them. But it was all over. We couldn’t fight it any longer. Before I knew it, we were wrapped in each other’s arms. He picked me up. Papers went flying. He laid me down on his glass desk. And we had wild passionate sex. The following weekend he invited me to his ranch. I entered the gate code, and it opened.

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Lumberjack

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Marty, the brawny lumberjack, is leaning against a towering oak, his thick, corded muscles glistening with sweat in the sunlight. His axe rests beside him, and his chest rises and falls with each labored breath. I can’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the lines of his body, the power that radiates from him. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he growls, his voice deep and rough like gravel. I feel a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. “I-I was just passing through,” I stammer, taking a step back. But Marty isn’t having it. He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and I feel myself drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

“I don’t think so,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “Pretty sure you’re here for me.” I open my mouth to protest, but before I can, Marty’s lips are on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that takes my breath away. I resist at first, my mind telling me to run, to flee from this stranger in the woods. But my body betrays me, my hands reaching up to grip his broad

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Honestly, I cannot believe that Adam’s multi-million dollar Lamborghini does not have the same self-driving capabilities as a Tesla does. Totally understand that’s something unique to Teslas. All I’m trying to say is when you spend a few million on a car, the least it can do is drive for you. However, there is no better car to fuck in than a Tesla, at least in my opinion.

Luckily for me, Ben drives a Tesla Model X Plaid. Gosh, I really am such a lucky little slut.

Now Ben already told me he was picking me up and was in the mood to get fucked. Lucky again, so was I.

Wanting to look as hot and easy as possible, I needed to decide what to wear.

Finally, I decided on a short blue body-con dress. This dress was perfect, it was strapless and barely covered anything. In addition, I paired it with knee-high tan leather boots and my tan-coloured Louis Vuitton satchel.

Ben’s Tesla was black with a black and white leather interior. Finally, when he arrived, he was blasting my favourite R&B Spotify playlist, “Rap Caviar”. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

It was unusually warm for January. For a while now, I have been working out with and fucking my trainer, Mark. Not that I minded, Mark was fucking hot and so muscular.

The night before, Mark texted me and said we should run outside because it would be such a nice January day. There are some trails right near where I live. People and families bike and walk their dogs on them all the time.

This day, I was wearing a Gym Shark outfit. So cute, pink leggings and a pink sports bra. Gym Shark outfits are often ruched in the perfect spots, so they highlight my perky tits and peachy ass. On my feet were white, pink, and purple Air Jordans. Honestly, I don’t love to wear my Jordans outside, but I just look so damn hot in them.

Mark had instructed me to meet him at the opening of Trail 22, it was nice here. The maple trees had all lost their leaves but there were lush evergreen and spruce trees everywhere. The trails were also well maintained, they were surrounded by forest but they were well kept.

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Christmas Tree Carfuffle

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Okay, so it’s not December yet, but I wanted to put up my Christmas tree! I just think a good, well-decorated Christmas tree helps the Thanksgiving esthetic, ya know? But I am so tired of fake trees or the ones you buy from the fire station that are already dried out and basically a pile of pine needles on your floor. I wanted a healthy, hand-picked Christmas tree.

And I live close enough to the woods that there literally was nothing stopping me from going out and chopping down my own tree! I’m an independent woman who is so capable of something like that. So I put on my knee-high boots, the ones without heels, a flannel over shirt, cus it felt right, and off I went. Axe in hand, I was gonna get myself my own damn tree.

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New Girl On The Block

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Ready to meet the new girl on the block? Initially, I may be a little reserved and shy, but you can help coax me out of my shell. I’m a vanilla farm girl who’s looking at a world of flavors, wanting to lick them all. I just don’t know where to start. The world of kink is like a turbulent sea with rip tides and tsunami waves trashing about in front of me. I’m aching to dip a toe in the water, yet afraid I’ll be swept out into something I can’t turn back from.

Will you be my light hose? Or a life raft? Help me find a way to ease into the things that turn you on and teach me what it’s like to be aroused.

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Bound At Sea

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

“Captain!” The misty sea wind carried the first mate’s panicked voice to where the Captain rested in her cabin. “We need ye on deck!” Captain Kayla’s black knee-high boots clanked along the wooden deck planks as she confidently strode toward the scrambling sailors and the beast they had bound to the deck.

Seven men were wrestling a massive, inky black creature. Its tentacles slapped at them as they attempted to wrestle it into submission. Lucky for them, the arms of the beast were tangled in their fishing net behind its back. “What’s this?” Captian Kayla bellowed over the roar of the ocean. The creature stilled at the sound of her voice, and the sailors scattered.

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London  1844-332-2639 ext 439

 

I have been addicted to BBC since the first time I had one. Some people call it Jungle Fever. Everyone in my family would always say you better not bring any black babies home. Or get caught slutting around with those people. I think all their fussing and cussing is what made me want to try it more.

I mean seriously if all you ever hear is don’t do it. Then that just makes you want to try it more. So the first time that I even saw a shiny black cock. I fell in love instantly. I just loved looking at it. It was so long and fat. It looked like a sweet piece of chocolate.

And I was aching to taste it. I started out just giving blow jobs. Because I was so afraid of getting pregnant. I would just suck black cocks off under the bleachers at school. The black boys would line up to fuck my slutty throat. I didn’t mind at all because I was becoming a fiend for black meat. The more juicy cocks I sucked the more I wanted. Their cum even tasted different to me.

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Sylvia * 844 332 2639 * 428

Look at you Look standing behind the drapes peeking out.  Is that where you want to be?  I know you want to be seen, after all, why else get dressed up?  That is the ultimate high for you and I know it.  We both know that will be the thrill of all thrills yet can you survive the humiliation? You slip around and wear your wife’s undies and a few of her things while she is away.  Good thing you’re the work-at-home husband while she works out.  You call yourself trying to draw attention from the neighbors but you know how that would turn out.  I can hear the tremble in your voice as you tell me how good the lingerie, stockings, and shoes feel.  Standing there begging under your breath for them to look over before you can move.  Now walk for me so I can hear the heels click. 

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