Daddy’s shower needed remodeling. So, he snuck into my room to use my bathroom for his shower. I heard him turn the shower on and gave him a few minutes to be wet and soapy. Then I snuck into the shower to put my plan to fuck daddy into action.
He was startled when he heard the door click open and then close. I looked him up and down, all covered in soap and water. It made me want to move closer and start using my tongue to lick up water droplets.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
You’ve been lusting after me for weeks. Ever since we met at that party, isn’t it funny how mutual friends always introduce you to new people? Your circle of people just gets bigger and bigger when someone brings someone new when someone stops dating someone and brings a new person around.
I was dating your friend Sara; you got all excited thinking she was a lesbian because you had no idea. It’s like that with some people; they seem oblivious to all the warning signs, while others know immediately what I am. It’s crazy how quickly you started hitting on me though, even in front of her. You’d sneak up behind me and whisper in my ear. Sara and I would giggle about it after the party. Laughing that you had no idea my cock was probably bigger than yours.
Hunter 1-844-332-2639 ext 387
I’m just waking up from an amazing dream! It is one of those dreams that felt so real that it makes you wonder if it really was a dream. My bedroom smells like I had a whole night full of hot amazing sex! Also as I move in my bed stretching I can feel the wetness between my legs. Letting out a soft moan without trying. Replaying the events of my dream as I lay there.
Just turns me on more. The way you left light feathered kisses from my ear down my neck continuing down to my breasts. Pausing there for a moment to suck and nibble on my nipples. Hearing you let out soft moans as you work on my breast just makes me melt. Take my hand and run it through your hair gripping it to pull lightly. Pushing up against you grinding my body up to yours. Wanting and needing you so very bad.
He is into Cuckold and his wife has no idea… I guess he just happens to have this fantasy where he wants to see his wife fucked by big juicy cocks… Well, honestly we both know a man with at least an average sized cock wouldn’t think that way. This is him trying to accommodate for that lack of cock he has.. The poor guy still has wet dreams like he’s going through puberty. I guess you can blame the fact he is a late bloomer.
Only the truth behind that is that’s the biggest his mushroom will be blooming. Sadly, he is just a pathetic excuse of a man… this is no secret he knows that! He actually had the confidence to send a pic of that disturbingly horrendous cock of his.. It literally made me gag.. I would love to think of that sexually as in gagging and drooling on his cock.. This wasn’t the case, it looked like an IDK just something slightly poking out of the bushes..
TOM 1-844-332-2639, extension 342
Hard Hitting Anal Sex is what you’ve been craving. I played baseball in high school and was always a “hard hitter”. So, why wouldn’t I hit hard on your asshole? Of course that makes you involuntarily push you faggot ass out in anticipation. Maybe I should just show you what rear entry is all about. How does that sound you quivering, sniveling, weak little faggot? Teasing the rim of your asshole with my big cock then shoving it home.
Your go to position should always be face down, ass up and assuming the position – the position to get fucked by your daddy. I will top you and force you to embrace your inner faggot. Filling your fag cave full of my man cream. Of course, you will be begging for more because we both know you are an insatiable anal whore.
HONEY 1-844-332-2639, ext. 300
Get after this big, black ass. One of my favorite things in the world is anal. I love to feel a hard and thick cock penetrating my tight asshole. Pounding that tight asshole and stretching it to fit your dick. There is just something so hot and nasty about it. I just can’t get enough, baby.
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
Turning Wanks Into Whores – Maybe you think you can play me and waste my time. Good try, loser. You would have to actually possess a brain for that. Instead, I will out maneuver you every time. I will flip the script on your ass. Could you be more pathetic? Stroking that little dick of yours frantically trying to get off for free. Instead, once you hear my voice you become addicted and start offering everything you have. That’s not what you had planned was it?
Krysta and I met while taking a statistics class in college. We became fast friends and thick as thieves. I helped her with the concepts and problems. She kept me entertained with her comments about the monotone the professor had a tendency to use during lectures. It wasn’t our fault he insisted on wearing sweater vests and talking like that dude from Ferris Bueller. Usually, I can bite my lip and keep my giggles in. But this past Thursday, Krysta was in rare form, and I lost it in a fit of giggles. The professor stopped his lecture midsentence and announced that Krysta and I would be staying after class for a discussion on respect and proper classroom etiquette. I immediately felt cowed by his stern voice, but Krysta just kept mumbling snarky comments under her breath about how we’d see who would show who what after class.
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ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202
Spoil The Pussy – this is the best advice I can give you if you want to have an Asian Mistress. If you’ve never experienced Asian you should definitely treat yourself. Once you experience me you will never be the same. Asian girls know how to treat you and we know how to fuck, but we are also in charge.
Asian girls are beautiful and petite yet dominant in a subtle, sexy way. Have you ever even seen a fat Asian girl? Probably not, that’s because we aren’t lazy and stupid. We are quite different than the cows you are used to. Asian girls also love pleasing their man.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Most mornings, I drag ass. It’s so hard for me to get out of bed, but on Sunday, I manage. I get up before my boyfriend and quietly slip into the kitchen. The morning light and the silence feels so comforting. I’m careful as I pull ingredients from the fridge. Not wanting to wake him before breakfast can be served.
However, no matter how careful I try to be, my clumsy hands slip as I pull the skillet from the cabinet—the loud crash echos as I freeze, trying not to make a follow-up sound. I listen carefully, but there are no sounds from the bedroom. Assuming he’s slept through the chaos, I continue.