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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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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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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Being a Sissy Scout Troop Leader had always been a dream of mine. So when the opportunity arose, I wasted no time. The Boy Scout Troop Leader informed me that there had been a large number of “Boys” that weren’t cutting it lately. There was an urgent need for more Sissy Scout Troops ASAP. I was so excited!

They looked secretly excited to be at Sissy Scout Orientation. I explained that they were here because they didn’t “fit in”. They were different than the other boys in the Boy Scout Troop. And we were going to see if this is where they belong. So I told them to take off all of their “boy” clothes. Then I gave them their sissy scout uniforms. They consisted of a white button up top and white pleated skirt that with a pastel plaid print. It was pink, yellow, purple, and green pastels. The sash was pink. And the panties were pastels. They had the days of the week on them with little flowers, butterflies, and princesses. And they were so frilly and girly. They had lace trim with little bows. White cable knee socks and black patent leather mary janes finished the uniform.

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Feminization Voyage

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

2025 is a year of change, and this includes starting your feminization voyage with me. You see, it’s one thing to slip on a pair of panties every now and then but it’s totally different to commit to the feminine life.

I know a sissy, named Lexi, who has been desperately seeking real womanhood for a while now. At the beginning of this year we started our feminization voyage together and it’s been a wild ride. So sit back, relax, and let me tell you all about the fun we’ve had so far.
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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was bound and determined to see my friend’s dad again. But I was also feeling a little bit like a crazy stalker. I managed to figure out the gate code and get in. And I snooped and found my friend’s spare house key.  Of course I didn’t know  how he was going to react. But I had an intense need to be with him. I needed to see him. It was like an uncontrollable craving. Like an addiction.

I quietly unlocked and opened the front door. Luckily there was no alarm. The house was dark. My heart was racing. I walked upstairs to his room. He was asleep. I decided to just slip my sundress off and climb into bed with him. He turned over and put his arm around me. I felt his hand slide down my back to my bare ass. All of a sudden, he jumped up. I think he literally almost had a heart attack. He turned on the lamp. Grabbing his chest and trying to catch his breath, “Rachel, what on earth are you doing?” He looked completely shocked. “Why are you naked? How did you get in?” He was so confused.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Now that the weather’s warming up, it’s time for some hot motorcycle rides.  Who doesn’t love the feel and vibrations of such raw power between their legs.  Don’t worry, I’m always the passenger and never the driver.  No one wants my adorable distractable self driving a motorcycle ever.  But, do you know the most fun type of panties to wear while riding a motorcycle.  If you already know me, you probably would say none.  But, I love to wear string pearl panties while I have my legs straddling all of that hard hot buzzing steel.  So, I put them on and asked one of my hot sexy male friends to take me for a ride with the promise of a naughty reward.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I lie awake at night, my mind consumed by lustful, forbidden fantasies. In my most intimate dreams, I picture myself completely powerless, tied up and fucked hard at the mercy of a dominant lover. I crave the sensation of restraint, utterly vulnerable, as this powerful man has his way with my trembling body.

In these vivid imaginings, my wrists are bound tightly above my head. Straps wrap around my ankles and thighs, pinning my legs open in a wanton display of submission.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Spring break in Nashville!  A week of fun, sun, and no responsibilities whatsoever. This year, me and my girls decided to head to Nashville for an adventure. Little did we know just how epic it would get…

We rolled into town on a Thursday afternoon, ready to paint the city red. Or in our case, country and western.

First stop: a honky tonk bar on Broadway. It was step right up to a hoedown in there. Line dancing, mechanical bull riding, and more cowboy hats than you could shake a stick at. We sipped on whiskey sours and two-stepped the night away with some mighty fine looking menfolk.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

We had been dating for quite a while. He was such a sweet guy. We met online. He was so shy when it came to sex. I thought it was so cute and endearing. But I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to seduce him. I was starting to realize that he was probably not going to make the first move. I decided to plan a weekend away. When I told him, he seemed nervous. After a while he finally confessed. “I don’t want to disappoint you. It makes me so nervous. But I might not be like other men you’ve dated before.

He didn’t have to say another word. By the look in his eyes, I knew. I knew exactly what he wanted. And I was ready to give it to him. But I knew he was nervous. So I wanted to relax him. I invited him over to my place. We had drinks. And I made him his favorite meal for dinner. It was perfect. So romantic. We went out onto the balcony for a nightcap. It was a full moon. We had waited so long for this moment. And we were so horny.

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Indulge In Sadomasochism

Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208

Mmm, the title caught your attention. You’re curious to indulge, and that’s okay. It’s a little taboo and misunderstood, yet you can’t help much lust for pain. Don’t feel shamed by the ache inside of you; it’s basically Newton’s Third Law in motion. Fucking physics. You want to hurt… and I want to hurt you. I’m the action, and you’ll be my reaction.

It’s a beautiful partnership when a Sadist finds a masochist. A true masochist will desire to accept my pain even outside of the bedroom, so long as it brings me pleasure. Imagine yourself at the kitchen sink washing dishes after dinner when I slip up behind you. My arms wrap around you from behind, and my lips tease your ear. Of course, your cock stirs at my touch, but your nervous system instantly goes on alert. Just my predatory arms around you sends you into fight or flight, and it should because I’d reach over the sink and turn the faucet temperature all the way to the red.

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