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Julie 1-844-332-2629 Ext 453

It was a scorching hot summer day. My air conditioner had gone out. So I called a friend that owns an air conditioning repair business. He sent one of his guys over that evening. Usually they call or text prior to give me a heads up. But he didn’t. So I was in some skimpy little shorts and an almost see through little tank top. Too hot for bra or panties. But that’s not everything. I was sucking on a popcycle because it was so hot! But to top it all off, he was one of my stepson’s high school friends. He had been over to the house several times years ago. I was like a mother figure to him. Now he was all grown up. And very strikingly handsome. I felt so naked, standing before him, so scantily clad. He was nervous. I could tell. His eyes were huge as he looked me up and down. And I saw his cock grow as hard as a rock under his pants. I tried not to stare. But it was difficult to hide my arousal. I was so wet. And it was impossible to hide my hard nipples under that top.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My four hour road trip back home was interrupted by my wet pussy. I just couldn’t keep my hands off of it. I finally had to pull over. There’s a famous ranch set back off of the road. Events are held there. But on this day, it was empty. So I decided that it would be the perfect place to have some private time. I drove through the gate and down the long, tree lined drive. The top was down, and the breeze felt so good. I found a secluded spot to park. Then I turned my music up and laid my seat back. I closed my eyes and began playing with my wet pussy. With the other hand I lowered the spaghetti straps on my sundress to expose my tits. My nipples were so hard. Then all of a sudden, I heard a noise. I opened my eyes. And there before me, stood one sexy stud. I didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t much I could say. He caught me wet handed. “Hello ma’am. It sure is hot out here. Why don’t you come in and let me make you something to drink”.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jason, I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth as I stood there, facing my cousin Jason. We had always been close, but this was something entirely different. He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “What? Are you serious? We’re cousins, Amber!”

I nodded, my resolve firm. “I know, but I can’t help how I feel. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He hesitated for a moment, but then I saw the desire in his eyes. He stepped closer to me, his hands reaching out to cup my face. “If we do this, there’s no going back,” he warned. I nodded again, my body trembling with anticipation. “My body is yours.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I was looking forward to my four hour trip back home. I had a great time at my friend’s ranch. But I was exhausted. And after the fiasco on my drive there, I was ready for a relaxing drive home. I put the top down again. But I decided that I better leave my clothes on this time. I wasn’t wearing much anyway. No bra or panties, just a little spaghetti strap sundress. The only problem was that the wind kept blowing it up. But the breeze felt good. I had the music turned up and I was enjoying the drive. I was trying to resist the urge to play with my exposed pussy. But it was begging for attention. So I gave it what it wanted. My seat coolers were really coming in handy because my pussy hot and wet. I was getting so turned on that I needed to pull over. And I knew the perfect spot. There’s a well known ranch where a primetime soap opera was filmed in the eighties. Now it’s rented out for events but is often empty. As I approached, I saw that it was indeed empty. So I pulled in.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’m a domme who loves to punish men who drool over me. I don’t like them, I like that they pay me. Today, I’ve got a new client, a man named Jack. He’s a regular caller, but this is our first time talking. I answer the call with a sultry “Oui Bonjour, Jack.” He stammers, “H-hi, Stella.” I can hear the nervousness in his voice, and it makes my pussy tingle. I love the power I have over these men. “So, Jack, tell me, what do you want to talk about today?” I ask, my voice dripping with seduction. He hesitates then says, “I…I want to talk about…you.”

I laugh, a deep, throaty sound. “Oh, Jack, you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? You want to talk about me? Well, let’s talk about my body, then.” I describe my curves, my small but full breasts, my tight ass, and my wet pussy. I can hear his breathing quicken, and I know he’s touching his cock. They all sound the same when they touch it. I smile, knowing I have him under my control. “Imagine my hands on your dick, Jack.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Being around a bunch of perverted men all the time can take a toll. Sometimes I crave a girl. Instead of a hard dick, sometimes I’d rather a soft pussy. There’s just something about a sweet pussy after a long night of being gagged by rough dicks and smelly balls. It’s like a safe place to fall after the testosterone overload at work. A lot of the girls I work with agree. So sometimes we have girl’s night out. No men allowed. Lol. We just go have a good time. And one thing usually leads to another. I often hook up with one of my friends. But sometimes several of us will hook up and have a full blown orgy. We get in a circle and eat each other’s pussies. Or we use toys on each other. We really have fun with strap ons! But this particular night, things got wild.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had a dream about you last night. You showed up at my door wearing nothing but a smile and a pair of tight grey boxer briefs. I let you in and you lead me to my bed, where you ravaged me for hours. I woke up with a start, my body aching with a familiar throb between my legs. The dream was still vivid in my mind, your smile, your body, your fucking touch. I could still feel your hands on my skin, your lips on my neck, your cock inside me. I groaned, my pussy already wet and ready. I wanted you, and I wanted you now.

I looked at the clock, it was early, but I picked up my phone and sent you a message. You responded almost immediately. “Is that so? And what exactly did I do to you in this dream of yours?” you replied, your words making my pussy throb even more. I bit my lip, my fingers already tracing the outline of my pussy through my panties. “You fucked me, hard and deep. You made me scream your name, made me beg for more. You made me cum so many times, I lost count.” I replied, my voice already breathless.

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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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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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Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I love to go to the mall and make the boys gawk. I purposely dress in something really sexy. Of course I go braless. So they can see my nipples through the thin, sheer material. It turns me on so much. In addition to being a nymphomaniac, I’m also an exhibitionist. I guess you have to. To be a good dancer, you have to enjoy being exposed. And stared and gawked at. Which I definitely do.

The other day I wore a sexy little dress with no panties. I went into lingerie stores, department stores, upscale boutique stores, and shoe stores. Purposely flashing everyone along the way. You wouldn’t imagine all the free stuff and discounts I get. I go to all the kiosks that sell my favorite products. Skincare, hair tools, makeup, perfume, and more. I flirt and flash with mostly men but sometimes women too. Then I walk away with so many freebies. I never have to pay for most of my favorite things. It’s so exhilarating. And I get so turned on by it. It makes me so wet and horny. I usually end up playing with myself in a dressing room.

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