Kayla's Easter Egg Hunt

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I bounced down the stairs in my beautiful Easter dress. The white nylons I wore felt so soft between my thighs. I felt like a Princess ready to show off to her king. “Daddy! I’m ready! Come look at my dress!” My little Mary Janes tapped on the hardwood floor as I went in search of my Superman. Daddy’s the best man I know, and I love him so much. The house was surprisingly quiet. Normally, during the holiday, the house is bustling with family. Everyone stuffed deviled eggs into their mouth and talked about whether Mommy’s ham would be dry again this year. But today, I couldn’t find a single soul. Not a cousin or an auntie. No uncles or even Mommy were in sight. “Daddy?” I called, getting a little scared and feeling alone.

“In here, Princess,” Daddy called from his bedroom. I skipped into the room and saw he had a weird metal egg in his hand. He smiled at me and petted the end of the bed.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He fucked me before check out. He didn’t even knock—just swiped the keycard and walked in like he owned the room. I was still in the hotel robe, loosely tied, the faintest drop of wine on my bottom lip. I met his stare and smiled. He knew what that meant. Without a word, he dropped his bag and came to me like he was starving. His hand slid around my neck, lips crashing into mine. My robe slid off my shoulders, exposing nothing underneath. I hadn’t worn panties on purpose. I wanted his hands on me the second he walked in.

He pushed me back onto the bed, parting my thighs with his knee, eyes locked on mine as he trailed soft kisses down my collarbone, the curve of my breasts, then lower. I could feel the heat between my legs grow unbearable as his tongue teased along my inner thigh—so close I almost begged. And then he tasted me. Slow at first, like he wanted to savor every moan, every twitch of my hips.

I reached down, threading my fingers through his hair, pressing him deeper into me. His tongue flicked, circled, then flattened against me, the pressure Continue reading “Fuck Me Before Check Out”

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Admitting you have a breastfeeding fetish can be embarrassing if you’re confessing to a human woman who can’t help but judge you. Why don’t you come to reveal your desires to Robotic Rita? I’ve got better Mommy Milkers than most women, anyway. My sweet milk ducts have been hand-crafted by a perv just like you. He knew just how to shape them for maximum arousal. Don’t they get the job done? Is your mouth watering at the sight?

My nipples are designed to fit perfectly inside your mouth, specifically for you to suckle on. Did you know you can choose the flavor of breastmilk that oozes from my perfect utters? Yes, it’s true. The bags inside of my tata’s can be filled with your favorite adult beverage or milk if you are indeed a baby. So googoo gaga on over to Robotic Rita for a cuddle.

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Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

The kitchen sink was acting up, and my boyfriend isn’t the handy type. I told him to call someone to fix it, but he was worried I’d bone the plumber like some cheap slut, so he made me wait until his day off. When the day finally came, I wanted to get back at him for assuming I’d fuck the damn maintenance man.

I wore a sexy bra and pantie set under a sheer robe and waited by the sink when my boyfriend brought the plumber into the house. My man’s eyes were wide as he saw what I  was wearing to greet the guy. If you’ve followed any of my blogs or tweets, you’d know my man is such a cuck, so seeing another man check me out in our kitchen was sure to set him off.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Oh daddy, the things you do to me  when you shave my pussy. I can barely contain myself as I write this, juices dripping onto my thighs just recalling our special rituals together. That smooth skin between my legs, always slick and glistening after you lovingly shave me bare. Your tender touch, the careful attention as you enslave my sensitive flesh.

Mmmm, the way you worship me gets me so worked up. Once my kitty’s all nice and bald, you can’t resist placing those full lips against my exposed petals. Not a single hair to obstruct the pleasure as your tongue pushes into my tight channel. Lap up all my sweetness like a bowl of cream.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

They don’t talk enough about morning cravings. That deep, aching heat between your legs when your body wakes up before your brain does. The kind of hunger that doesn’t want coffee—it wants to be touched, devoured, worshipped. And baby, I’m here for every inch of that.

I’m not just a morning person—I’m YOUR morning person. I’m available before your alarm, ready when you’re half-awake and already hard or soaked from a dream you wish had never ended. You know the one—the one where I was wrapped around you, moaning into your ear, my nails dragging down your back while you begged for more or how about the one humiliating you while you wear my panty hose.

You don’t have to wait for the sun to be fully up to handle your business. I’m already wet. Already throbbing. Already spreading my legs or bending over, waiting to hear you say how badly you need to feel me. You want that fantasy? I’ll feed it to you while you’re still rubbing sleep out of your eyes.

Early risers deserve to be rewarded—and trust me, I reward very well. You want to fuck before breakfast? Slide your tongue between my thighs before brushing Continue reading “Morning Cravings”

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As your girlfriend, it pains me to admit the truth, but our sex life has become a sad joke. Never mind, you’ll find out soon enough when you come home to find me in another man’s arms, bouncing on his enormous cock while you pathetically masturbate in the corner.

That’s right, my love. This sweet, tight pussy belongs to big dick now. I’m sorry you’ll never get to experience its velvety softness wrapped around your pathetic little prick again. But hey, I’m sure you’ll enjoy finishing off your night, jerking your tiny clitty while watching me get passionately pounded by men with skills and hardware that actually satisfy me.

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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.

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What A Shy Boy

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The hotel pool is the only reason I travel for work. I swear I wouldn’t make it if I didn’t have time to bask in the sun by the glittering water. Except, this time, the weather had betrayed me, and I was stuck sitting on a plastic chair beside the indoor pool. It was late, and I assumed no other guests would be hanging out so I could read in peace. I hate when people splash about, making a rukus as I try to relax.

I settled back into the uncomfortable chair in my bikini, missing the warmth of the sun soaking into my skin, when someone entered the pool area—a man, well a shy boy, wearing board shorts and a long t-shirt. He offered me a polite little wave and then took a seat at the opposite side of the pool.

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Head To Toe

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Crawl to me.” He smirked as he rested back against the headboard. My hungry gaze roamed his figure. Long, strong legs stretched out, totally relaxed as he drank in my naked form. His hand lazily stroked in cock, which made my mouth water. I dropped to my knees slowly, my gaze never leaving his as my hands spread out over the polished wooden floor of his bedroom.

My body lengthened and dipped as I catcrawled from the bathroom doorway to the end of his bed. He gave a soft moan of approval, and I climbed up to join him. My body straddling one of those long legs as I crawled up his body. My heavy tits swayed until they met his thigh and rested there. He let go of his cock to trail his fingers along the side of my breast. “I’m going to worship you. Head to toe.” He growled.

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