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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I honestly don’t know what possessed me to crash my son Tyler’s graduation bash, but when the music started pumping and the red solo cups began making their rounds, I figured I’d play the “cool mom” for a few hours. I was lounging on the couch with a drink when Tyler’s friend Jax suggested a round of spin the bottle. Of course, at first, I thought it was a joke, but the peer pressure from a dozen tipsy twenty-somethings was surprisingly effective. It wasn’t long before I found myself sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by boys who all looked like they could be my son’s clones. Jax handed me a plastic bottle and winked.

As it began to spin, I held my breath and hoped it wouldn’t land on Tyler, because that would have been a level of mortification from which my soul might never recover. Tyler, who was busy hiding his face in his hands, thankfully shared the same sentiment. I looked up, bracing myself to find the bottle pointing at someone’s uncomfortable-looking roommate, but it was pointing directly at Jax.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

We all got such a good night’s sleep after our full body massages with wonderfully happy endings. We woke up so refreshed and ready for the last activity of our bachelorette weekend. After a big breakfast, we headed to the spa. It was built in an underground cavern with natural mineral springs. People come from near and far to experience the healing properties. We were going to get detoxifying clay body wraps. I’d never had anything like it before so I was intrigued and excited. 

They took us deep into the cave, down a cold, dark hallway. We finally reached a room lit up with red lighting and full of massage type tables. There was a man standing at each table ready to start slathering us with warm clay. It felt so good. I almost fell asleep. But then he started wrapping me up in a material textured somewhere gauze and burlap. With each layer he wrapped tighter and tighter, until I was fully bound and unable to move. I had to just relax and take deep breaths. Otherwise I began to feel claustrophobic and panic.The only parts of my body that weren’t covered were my head and crotch.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It had been a long day of wine tasting and grape stomping on a warm summer day. We were absolutely exhausted and drained. Luckily the B&B owner offered to stick all of our grape stained clothing into the washer for us. We all crashed out for a couple of hours before our  massages. We were awakened by a knock at our doors by B&B room service. Cucumber water and a plate of fruit to enjoy before our massage therapists arrived. My friend hired each of us our own personal masseuse to give us full body massages in the comfort and privacy of our own rooms. I was so excited. After the day we had, it was perfect timing for a massage. It was going to feel so good.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The neon lights of the midway glittered from above as I stood by the games of chance, watching the desperate losers toss rings at glass bottles. That was when I saw him. He was leaning against the rusted railing of the Tilt-A-Whirl. He didn’t look like the rest of the pack-mentality boys who were roaming the park, he looked bored. When he caught my eye, he didn’t smile…he just tilted his head, like he was more curious than anything.

My sneakers crunched on discarded popcorn kernels as I walked toward him. Up close, he was even more striking. He had that jagged, restless energy that usually signaled trouble, and a smudge of grease on his jawline that made my pulse jump. “You look like you’re waiting for something to break,” I said, with a smirk. “I’m Amber, by the way.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My friend decided that she wanted to go all out for her bachelorette party. She wanted to turn it into a girls’ weekend retreat. Her way of looking at it was that this was going to be her last girls’ trip while single. So she wanted to make the most of it. Even though I had so much going on, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. And I was so excited for some much needed rest and relaxation. She had lots of fun stuff planned for us. Wine tasting, massages, pole dancing lessons, clay body masks, and more. She even rented a limo, hired a driver, and a tour guide. And she also rented out an entire bed and breakfast for us. It was absolutely stunning. There were brilliant flowering vines billowing over the balconies and framing the breathtaking water fountain. Everything was so perfect. The only thing that seemed a little bit off was the bed and breakfast owner’s husband. There was just something really perverted about him. But we didn’t have time to worry about him. Because it was time for us to go to our pole dancing lesson.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heat of the late afternoon sun filtered through the thick canopy of the ancient forest, dappling the clearing in shades of gold and amber. I leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, trying to steady my breathing, but my pulse raced for a reason that had nothing to do with the summer heat.

A heavy, rhythmic thud echoed through the loam. He emerged from the shadows of the treeline, entrancing and majestic. Chiron stood before me, his human torso was lean and powerfully muscled, slick with a fine sheen of sweat; transitioning seamlessly into the sleek, powerful body of a golden-bay stallion.

“You’re late,” I murmured, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

Chiron walked slowly towards me, his hooves treading softly on the moss. He stopped just inches from me, his towering height casting a long shadow over my frame. He looked down, his dark eyes burning with an intense need.

“The herd required my attention,” he said, his deep, resonant voice vibrating right through my chest. “But you always have my focus.”

The sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed my palm against his warm…

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, I’m looking for a very specific arrangement” divulged the deep voice on the other end of the line.

“Mmmm… tell me more” I perked up with excitement. I’m always ready for something new, something different, something exciting and hot.

He went on to tell me that he’s been married for many years. And he loves his wife very much. But she’s no longer sexually active. She loves him very much. She knows he has needs. And she wants him to have his needs fulfilled. He told me that she doesn’t consider phone sex cheating. She just wants him to find an online girlfriend that can take care of his sexual needs.

I told him that I would be honored. Then we spent the rest of the hour just talking and getting to know each other. We talked about our pasts, our relationships, our likes, dislikes, hobbies, and so much more. The time flew by. We learned so much about each other. And we actually had so much in common, despite our age difference. I really enjoyed his company. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him that night. I couldn’t wait to talk to him again.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It started by accident…but now, it is the only way I can prove to myself that anyone is truly mine. I don’t want their words, and I certainly don’t want their affection. What I crave is the primitive, grounding sensation of being consumed by a man.

I like their tongue to trace the line of my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, and the hollow of my throat, with a focus so intense it borders on reverence. I like the wet, rhythmic heat of their wet tongue against my skin, slowly and deliberately licking and treating my body like a melting confection. Like an ice cream cone.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Guys, I’m starving. No, not for proteins or fiber or the sensible things people eat to keep their hearts beating. I’m starving for the velvet texture of a hot load of cum against the roof of my mouth. It’s not like I don’t get enough cock or anything. I mean, we all know I’m a certified whore! lol But the reality of my world is that I took this job because I’m a cumslut and simply can’t get enough cum (or cock) to satisfy my cravings!

I can taste it even now, a phantom saltiness, sometimes slightly bitter, sometimes slightly sweet. My jaw aches to be stretched wide enough to take a thick, long, juicy cock balls deep down my throat. It’s a physical hunger that can’t be silenced.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve learned that the world is essentially a runway if you have the right silhouette. Every step I take feels like a choreographed performance. It’s almost a game at this point – counting the lingering men with their eyes locking onto the sway of my MILF ass. My hips sway with a deliberate, rhythmic grace that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I don’t shy away from their hunger. Instead, I adjust my stance just a fraction, letting the ambient lighting catch the contours of my BBL. That’s right, I have one. The blatant staring is a testament to the fact that my investment is working exactly as intended.

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