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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Oh man do I love it rough. As I recline on the plush hotel bed, the anticipation is palpable. My latest conquest, a ruggedly handsome man named Jake, towers over me with a cocky grin. It’s obvious he’s eager to claim my body as his playground. And I’m more than ready to submit.

Jake strips off his clothes, revealing an impressive physique and a massive erection straining against his boxers. I lick my lips, my pussy already dripping with arousal. When he frees his cock, it springs out, thick and long, the engorged head glistening with precum.

“Get on your hands and knees, dirty girl,” Jake commands, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I obey immediately, presenting my ass to him like the fucktoy I am. He wastes no time, gripping my hips and driving his massive cock into my soaked cunt with a forceful thrust.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They call me many things. “That Stella,” they’ll say, “she’s…French.” As if that one word explains it all. They see the confident stride, the red lipstick, the way my eyes meet theirs without apology. They see a woman comfortable in her skin, undeniably so, and they fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. A certain kind of woman, they think…A slut…A whore.

It’s true, I don’t shy away from desire. And yes, a man who knows how to truly hold a woman, how to make her pulse quicken, is a rare and beautiful thing. But for all the gossip, for all the whispered judgments, they miss the crucial detail: I am impossibly, ruthlessly, agonizingly selective. Most men? They don’t even get a second glance.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

A lady doesn’t kiss and tell. A lot of dancers tend to be very jealous, competitive, catty, insecure, and petty. They sometimes feel the need to brag to the other girls about which clients they’ve been entertaining privately. But a lady should never kiss and tell. There are a few quirky clients that somehow get off on that. And of course, in that case, we give them what they want. But most respect their privacy.

Gossip has been spreading about a relationship I’m having with my friend’s father. You might remember that she had a party at his house. And that was the night I met him. He’s a big sweetheart. He’s confident, mature, and quiet. But his big dick energy in potent and undeniable. The best part is his huge heart. I’m really falling for him. But it’s no one else’s business. My friend works with us at the club, so that doesn’t make the situation any easier. All of the girls have been giving me the third degree. They all know that he’s very wealthy. What they don’t know is that he’s been spoiling me like crazy. He’s the best sugar daddy I’ve ever had.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I walked into the bedroom, I locked eyes with my sissy, dressed in an outfit put together by yours truly, Mistress Diana. Today’s theme was pink and white polka dots, a cute ensemble that accentuated his feminine curves. But what truly transformed the look was the pair of matching panties I made him wear.

It had taken some convincing at first, but my sissy eventually understood that pleasing his Mistress meant embracing this particular kink. Now, he eagerly awaited my approval, his petite frame radiating a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Darling, you look absolutely stunning today,” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. “And those panties … perfect choice.”

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

We met at a taco stand, I was fucking hungry waiting for my order when I saw him peering at me in the corner of my eye. I turned my head towards him, he smiled at me. A sexy smile, a delicious smile. I smiled back at him thinking of how cute I thought he was. 

After a short period of time and after getting my order I decided to head home so I could eat. “Wait, hold on” he announced waving my way. I turned and stood there. “I wanted to ask you something and you can slap me, I won’t be mad” I laughed, a look of confusion across my face.  

“Could I draw you?” I glanced side to side. “What kind of drawing?” “Like you, your face, your body. I’m an artist and I love to draw. Especially beautiful women.” I laughed thinking this was something I just couldn’t pass up. “Sure…” I responded. He immediately smiled a huge big smile. “Thank you. Here, take my card” he asked handing me a small business card.  

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I crave the secrets hidden within your mind, the forbidden desires that make you tremble with need. I invite you to confide in me, to whisper into my ear the darkest, dirtiest, most taboo thoughts that set your body alight with primal lust.

No judgment, only understanding and consent. In my presence, you are free to unshackle your repressed longings, to speak them aloud without fear of condemnation. I will listen intently as you confess what makes your cock hard and what fantasies consume you in the night.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a scorching hot summer day. Of all days for my air conditioner to go out. It’s not quick to get an A/C repair guy out during the summer in Texas. It usually takes several days since they get so backed up. But luckily, I know someone that owns an air conditioning repair company. Of course he told me that they were very backed up. But he told me that he could have one of his guys come over this evening when he is finished with all of his appointments. I was very grateful and thankful. But I was wondering how I was going to make it through the day. I took a couple of showers to get wet. Then I put on as little clothing as possible. I had on a little thin spaghetti strap tank top and some thin little shorts. It was too hot for a bra or panties. I turned on all the fans. Sucking on popcycles helped too. Finally I heard a knock on the door. It was such a relief. I couldn’t get to the door quickly enough. When I opened it, before me stood a strikingly handsome young man.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Your cock gets hard and stiff as you watch me rub the oil on my feet.  Lubricating my soles and toes and arches.  My skin warming up the oil and getting my tooties all slick and slippery for you.  You think about my body heat warming up that oil as I spread it over my feet.  Then I pour some of the oil on my hands and rub it all over your cock.  I feel your cock twitch in my hands as I stroke it up and down.  My oiled hands slide easily up and down the shaft of your swollen aching cock.

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MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

He looked absolutely delicious.  Young and tasty, just the way I like them.  An older woman like me as a deep seated desire to train the up and coming generation.  Past generations have reveled in the inherent power of being a man.  But with time, us women have discovered our own power, pleasure and desires.  Now, it sits on the shoulders of older women like me to train up the younger men moving up through the ranks of masculinity.  No longer will the women who come after me have to fake an orgasm.  Any man that lands in my bed learns the art of female pleasure.  However, I’ve learned, that training them young has far more benefits than trying to retrain older men.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It’s not a secret, not really. Not to anyone who’s spent more than an hour with me discussing my dating life. My friends just sigh and nod. But it’s true. Unapologetically true. Some people search for a connection, a meeting of minds, a shared love for obscure indie films. All valid, I suppose. For me? I mean, sure, those are nice bonuses. But when it comes down to it, to that primal, magnetic pull, there’s one non-negotiable. I only like big dicks. Huge ones.

And I don’t mean ‘a little above average, nice.’ I mean, fill-you-up, stretch-you-out, leave-no-doubt big. The way it anchors you, the undeniable mass that makes subtle movements feel like seismic shifts. It’s not just about the numbers, though that’s certainly part of the equation. It’s the feeling of being completely, utterly taken. Of every nerve ending singing a roaring symphony, leaving no void, no empty space.

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