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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“It’s going to pour,” he said. His voice was gravelly, like a low rumble that settled deep in my chest. “I don’t mind the rain,” I replied, with a wink. The sky opened up a second later and turned the street into a blur of grey and flashing light. I didn’t run. Neither did he. Instead, he reached out, wrapping his hand firmly around mine, and pulling me into the shadows of the alley.

His movements were frantic, as he pressed me against the cold, damp brick. His hands roamed over my tits, while I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer into a kiss. I reached down and he let out a sharp, ragged breath against my throat as I unzipped his pants and found his cock.

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phone sex

(844)-332-2639 ext 398

Even before I started doing phone sex my cunny would get wet if the wind blowed the right way.  Now, all I think and talk about is the next cock inside of me. And I just can’t help myself.

Yesterday, it happened while I was driving. I got a flashback to last night’s fun and the pulsing between my thighs was unbearable. Suddenly my thong felt too tight against my clit and was starting to get wet. I grabbed the cold soda can from the center console and pressed it to my neck. But the fire was coming from my purring pussy. The can slid lower until I was squeezing it between my thighs. Doing anything I can to relieve the heat between them. 

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My inbox looks like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July…if every firework were a marriage proposal from a loser who still thinks “pizza delivery” is a legitimate job. First there was Kevin, the “nice guy” from my yoga class. He offered me a ring and a guarantee that I’d never have to argue about the thermostat again (I’m almost always too cold!). I politely declined, telling him I “didn’t want to be tied down,” but the real reason is because his cock is too small.

Then came Derek. He showed up with a fresh‑baked batch of cookies and a Spotify playlist titled “Songs to Sweep Her Off Her Feet (and the Floor).” I laughed, because the only thing he’s ever swept me off my feet is when his Roomba bumps into me and I fall flat on my perfect little ass! He wasn’t impressed, to say the least.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My duties as the resident “Mama” were officially on pause. Upstairs, my ABDL boys were safely tucked into their cribs, safely swaddled with their paci’s. I kicked off my slippers with a sigh of relief as the clock struck ten. Being a caretaker for my ABDL boys was a full-time passion, but my internal thermostat was currently screaming for something entirely different. Something definitely not nursery-rhyme approved.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I pulled my phone from my pocket and scrolled through my contacts with a wet pussy. I wasn’t looking for another playdate or a diaper-changing partner tonight, I wanted someone who didn’t know the first thing about baby powder. A hot, rugged guy who would look at me not as a caregiver, but as the woman I kept hidden behind all those bedtime stories and soft lullabies.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The management at my apartment complex is terrible at making timely repairs. I generally take care of small things by myself, but I had no idea how to fix the hole in my bedroom wall. While rearranging my furniture, I dropped one end of my nightstand and now there was a hole in the wall. All the way through to my neighbor’s room. I was screwed. There was no way for me to fix it.

As I was examining the hole, my neighbor walked into his room, looking like he was fresh from a work out or shower. I knew I should look away, but the way the drops of water dripped down his skin was mesmerizing. I knelt down, getting closer to the hole to have a better look.

He stripped out of his baggy shorts and underwear. I’d always thought he was attractive, and I was silently kicking myself for not making a move sooner. He was packing, and I felt my pussy throb with want.

He laid out on the bed and pulled out his phone, scrolling through videos until he found something he liked; idly fondling himself before getting comfortable and focused fully on the screen.

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Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was time to treat myself to a spa day. I walked out in short jean shorts, a pink tank top and my summer sandals. My first stop was to get a facial, and then I went to get a mani-pedi. While I was in the nail salon, I was trying to pick my polish color. My color choice was on the bottom shelf and when I went to bend over to see it, one of my tits popped out of my shirt.

Nip Slip!

It would have been okay if it were just me in the store, or just other females, but when I looked up, the manager was staring right at me, and he was male. I was a bit embarrassed, but I figured we could turn this around. I sat in one of the nail salon’s chairs, leaning back, and I was ready for him to start groping at me. His name was Randy, and by the look of him, he was feeling pretty randy in that moment.

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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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I never knew hors d’oeuvres could be so fucking sexy. But this man turned catering into an erotic art. He was a master and the food was his masterpiece.

A friend of mine was having an open house on a multi million dollar listing. So of course, I was not going to miss it. The house was absolutely breathtaking. But the caterer literally took my breath away. He was standing behind the massive taj mahal quartz island. Focused intently on each tiny detail, he was working his magic. He was an Italian stallion with a passion for food and turning it into art. And I was focused on him. The way his muscles flexed with each squeeze of the piping bag into the miniature hors d’oeuvre serving trays. Then the way he meticulously laid each individual fresh herb precisely on top with his chef tweezers. That was all enough to get me all wet and turned on. But the way his juicy meatballs squirted such an explosive flavor bomb in my mouth almost made me cum in my panties.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

I always loved when he called me “A good girl.” Something about those words makes a tingle run down my spine. It’s the validation that only a Daddy could give his obedient slut. I crave the feeling of giving him pleasure. I loathe the sensation of his cock exploding inside me. He knows all he has to do is give the order, and I will oblige. He is turned on by my unwavering loyalty and obedience. Today was no different from any other day. He called ahead to let me know he was on his way home and instructed me to prepare myself. The huge grin I wore was evidence of what he had in store for me

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Cheating housewife

Milan 844-33CANDY Ext. 398

A cheating housewife getting cock on the side is one thing, but it takes an extra dirty mommy to let her daughter have a little fun too. My mom loved to bring her ‘friends’ over late at night when she thought I was sleeping. I could hear her moaning while they fucked her, and I started to get curious. My little cunny would get so wet imaging what they were doing. I just had to peek.

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