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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Winter is at our doorstep, and we won’t have much more time to play in the piled-up leaves that fall leaves behind! Don’t you just love the sound of crunching foliage under our feet when we stroll together? Our evening walks together make me feel so close to you.

The crisp air whipping at our faces keeps me snuggling into you to steal your warmth. The way you hold me against your body makes me want to be naughty right here on the lawn of this park.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Finally! I’d found the stinker that ruined Kayla’s birthday party! I held him up high for the crowd of girls to see, and they cheered. “Finally! Hurry and change him.” “Peeyouu!”, “Oh my god, he stinks!” They all erupted at once, but Kayla pushed her way closer and shoved her nose to the saggy seat of his overstuffed Pampers cruiser and yelled the loudest. “Peyouu! You is one stinky boy!” Mr. Stinkypampers’ face turned beet red as he looked back at her, smelling his stinky pants, and in a soft voice said, “Nutuh.”

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

How many dirty little secrets do you have? I have an endless amount, but I’ll let you in on one little secret at a time. I want to tell you about the time I went to a sex club and was the center of a nine-person orgy. There were two other beautiful, sexy women, and six men in total. It was delicious!

I walked into the club, and the center room was painted black with a bunch of domination toys. I saw whips and floggers hanging all over the wall. There were a few couches set up in the room and there were already eight people in the middle of a full-fledged orgy. One guy popped his head up and he looked at me and waved me in. I was going to be the center of this orgy!

My clothes were stripped off and I let them hit the floor. I was left standing in my red and purple lingerie, with lacey panties and my stiletto heels. Walking over to the center, I pushed my way into the orgy. I got down on my knees on the floor and hand my hands resting on the couch ready for cocks to pump me full.

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Pussy Free

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

God, how does it feel being a pussy free loser? The best part of it all is you don’t even have a little dick. Most pussy free idiots aren’t that way by choice. They are born with a two-inch prick that no female wants. Not you, though, you’re handsome, or at least most people think so, intelligent, and funny. Yet, look at what I’ve turned you into.

A broke dick gooner who can’t cum without being humiliated by a beautiful woman you’ll never sink your dick into. Are you embarrassed? Because you should be.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I invited my friend John to a weekend getaway at my fabulous cabin retreat. There was a lovely little secret that he didn’t know about though. I had an old metal rod bed that squeaked and creaked like crazy. It was like the more we fucked on it, the more noise it would make, and the harder I would cum. So, he doesn’t know yet, but he will soon find out.

After a long four-hour drive we arrived at my cabin. I walked inside and turned on the lights. It was a beautiful log cabin in the mountains surrounded by snow this time of the year. After waiting four hours, I had to jump his bones. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

We started making out and I ripped his shirt off. I pushed him against the wall and made out with him harder. He grabbed me and squeezed me so tightly and pushed me onto the dresser. I was sitting on the dresser and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he picked me up. I always wanted to get fucked in the air. But I told him to throw me on the bed instead.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

So, Jess found out that her newlywed husband was cheating on her with a skank, so we invited the two of them to my friend’s dominatrix dungeon as the guests of honor. We looked through all the toys and found a vibrator, a cock cage and an electroshock wand. Oh, what fun can we have with these. The skank was already chained to the wall with her arms above her head and her legs spread apart. The husband was tied to a chair right across from her.

I wanted to hear the skanks screams and cries, but of course everything was consensual and there were safe words put in place. I had a pair of nipple clamps and hooked them up to her perky nipples. She cringed a little bit at that, but the nipples were perky, so I know she enjoyed them.

I cut off her pants and pulled her panties to the side while I put the vibrator right on her clit. Her whole body wiggled, and she let out moan after moan. It was turning me on as well, but I was trying to keep my cool.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend J and I are super into accomplice play. Fortunately my dumb little sister fucked up recently giving me and J an opportunity to indulge our favorite kink.

My sister Katie sat perched on the edge of my bed, wearing my most scandalous lingerie. The lacy bra and thong set J had surprised me with last month.

“Oh, Diana,” Katie mumbled without looking up, her voice laced with guilt and defiance. “I just wanted to…you know, feel like you for a bit.”

We’d grown up sharing clothes and secrets, but this was a line crossed into treacherous territory. Suddenly, a memory flashed: J’s wolfish gaze lingering on my sister at dinner the other night. The way his eyes followed her slender curves, a hunger simmering beneath the surface. A plan formed, bitter and twisted, but necessary.

“Girl, follow me,” I snapped, my voice icy.

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Obsessed With Mommy's Panties

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

It’s only natural for little boys to love their mommies. We’re their first loves, after all. Mommies are soft and nurturing. We smell so good and look even better.

I understood where the desire and curiosity came from as my son, Shawn, grew older and started riffling through my panty drawer. Honestly, I was flattered it was my scent making his young cock hard, not those little hussies around the neighborhood, but I couldn’t let him know I was encouraging his infatuations.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’ll never forget the day my panties became so drenched during Professor Thompson’s lecture that I had to sneakily press a folded tissue against my crotch to absorb the excess moisture. It all started when he began to teach us about human anatomy, standing close to the podium, his broad frame dominating the front of the classroom. As he gestured to illustrate a point, his large hands brushed against his pants, and I could unmistakably make out the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.

Throughout the lesson, I found myself staring, mesmerized by the way his powerful thighs flexed or how his dark eyes sparkled with intellectual fervor. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts, and before I knew it, my panties were clinging to my pussy, the crotch saturated with arousal. I squirmed in my seat, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure building inside me. Continue reading “Wet Panties” →

Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

One of my friends, Jess, got married a month ago and she had a beautiful wedding with the love of her life, or so she thought. The marriage started out amazing and loving, but she noticed her husband was starting to act weird one day, so she decided to follow him. She found him in the park with another woman. They were talking a lot and flirting, and she caught them making out. Who knows what else they might have been doing, or how long this was going on for.

She called me and asked me for my help on what we could do to get back at him. She knew I had access to one of those dominatrix dungeons. We came up with the idea to throw him a party, where he could invite any guest, knowing that he would invite her. He introduced them as friends, but Jess knew the truth.

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