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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

I couldn’t believe how it looked when I first saw it–the vision in my bedroom mirror. My legs were parted and I could see my female parts I had in between them; completely bare and naked for my eyes to see. The folds of my vagina the pinkness of the inside were right there for me to see. I don’t know why I started touching myself as a preteen but I did and the sensations were so intense they scared me at first. The first time I rubbed my little clit the rush the orgasm made me feel caused me to faint . I kept doing it, though. Each time, more and more. I became addicted to the sensation and the feeling. The warmth. Even the sticky wetness that came with it. The fear that my parents would walk in to see me furiously masturbating, my mouth open, and my moans becoming louder and louder, made my orgasm even better, somehow.
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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

So, loser, this is what you’ve been fantasizing about, huh? Me, sprawled out on my dorm bed, legs spread wide open, just begging for your pathetic wanking hand to slide between them? Yeah, didn’t think so.

But here I am, doing exactly that lol. Giving you a private show of my most intimate places. You’re probably jacking it to the sight of my pink, glistening slit, aren’t you? Wishing you had the balls to do more than just gaze through the keyhole of my door.

Well, you wish loser! Because as much as I love the thrill of teasing, of having a secret admirer (or hater, who knows?), there’s a limit to how much I’m willing to indulge your pervy curiosity.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

She wasn’t just an inmate—she was a wildfire behind bars. The kind of woman who made
The guards look twice, the kind of woman whose smirk promised trouble and delivered
heat.
From the moment she walked into the common room, she owned it. Leather boots, hair
tousled perfectly, eyes daring anyone to challenge her. But the way she glanced at me
through the security bars? That was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
The nights were the worst. Locked in our separate cells, every creak of the corridor, every
muffled laugh, became a signal. And when the guard passed just out of earshot, she would
whisper my name, a tease that left me shivering.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m so fucking hyped to be back in the dorms. The perks of going to a small ass college are real. I get my own room again this year! But the real tea is, I’m stoked to relive those wild college fuckfests.

As I’m unpacking, the door swings open and my new suitemate Hannah strolls in.

“Hey, I’m Aynsley. Nice to meet you, Hannah!” I chirp, shoving my bag into the closet in our share living room, study area and kitchinette. I flash her a grin, letting her see the pearly whites of my teeth. Or maybe just the whites of my underwear, depending how close she gets.

Hannah smiles back, her eyes doing a slow scan of my room. I shrug out of my tank top, exposing a lacy red bra that barely contains my B-cups. “Make yourself at home, girl,” I say, pulling my hair into a messy bun and kicking off my sneakers.

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Amber Chaperons Alexus' Professional Hypno-Therapy Part Three

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Part two

One of Russel’s triggers is that his cock swells at the sound of my name. He also can not cum unless I demand it. This makes a very achy, blue-balled boy when he tries to avoid his hypnotherapy sessions. “Alexus, you’re so good.” Amber purred, which made Russel’s cock jump to attention.

“He has to do anything we say now.” I put down my notebook and stood up to grip Russel’s shoulders and lay him back on the chaise lounge.

“Must do anything, Mistress says,” Russel repeated in a daze.

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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Now that summer is over, my boyfriend has moved back to his school, which is a few hours away. Knowing that he would have a long weekend due to the holiday, I drove up to surprise him. Only I guess I shoulda have called first because when I opened the door to his dorm room, I found him bent over, yelling, “Fuck me harder!” to some stranger driving his dick into him from behind.

The stranger came as I stood there dumbfounded, and everyone was silent as the dude got dressed and slipped out of the room. I shut the door behind him, and my boyfriend started to get up. “Stay right where you are,” I demanded. Continue reading “My Boyfriend is a Faggot” →

Kayla's Rose-Tipped Flogger

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The tapping of my stilettos against the hardwood floor was loud in the silent room as I walked around the quivering bitch awaiting his punishment. Neither of us spoke as the tension built around us. He was entirely naked while I wore sheer black thigh-high stockings and matching sheer panties. Without a bra, the heavy sway of my tits drew his gaze to my stiff nipples and the rose-tipped flogger I held in my hands.

“Will it hurt?” He finally dared to ask. The nervousness in his voice gave me a thrill, but my face refused to show him I was pleased. My fingers pulled through the length of the leather flogger’s tails. The pretty red rose-shaped bits of leather at the end would thud against his skin when I whipped him. Would it hurt, eventually, but not nearly as much as a cane or whip.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

for B…

I knew he was watching me and I had a lot of fun with it. My second floor bedroom overlooked a small parking lot. This is where he would “hide” watching me. I got home after dark but I still half expected for him to be waiting there, watching. 

I turned on the light in my bedroom and stood in front of the window. I slipped my tank top over my head revealing my purple lace bra. Pilates class was more than rewarding, my body felt loose and limbs elongated. I peered out the window from the corner of my eye…was he there? Watching? 

After slipping my booty shorts down to my ankles, making sure to face my tight little ass towards the window. I stood slowly and then slipped my silk panties off. I turned, now facing the window again. My little pussy totally bare, I used my hands to run them over my thighs then slipped them behind me to remove my lace bra.

After taking off my bra I stood cupping my breasts before sliding my hands through my hair removing my hair tie.

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bethany061.jpg (400×600)Bethany 1 844-33-CANDY ext 260

I had him on his knees, face down ass up!! I slapped his face, “take it bitch.” He wailed out with excitement , he loved the way I was stroking him from the back, very roughly.

I flipped him around like he were my bitch (well he was.) I spit in his mouth. Slamming my strap on into his little asshole. He made faces that were incredible.

I punished him real good. Made him behave for mama. Good boy. He was behaving quite well. Maybe he deserves a treat.I turned around, roughly pulling on his cock.

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You Still Wear Your Mom's Pantyhose

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I know your secret. Did you know you talk in your sleep? It’s true. After a fantastic night of lovemaking, with my head resting against your chest as you slept, I heard you mumble. I listened more carefully, and what you said was, “Please, Mommy. I won’t wear them again. Don’t spank me.”

Wear them? I thought. What had my naughty boy stolen from his Mommy that caused him to get punished? “What did you wear?” I asked softly, while noting how your cock pulsed to life under the blankets.

“Your pantyhose again.” You tossed your head side to side in your slumber as if you could escape Mommy’s wrath.

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