Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Let me tell you about when a sexy plumber fixed my leaks. My sink sprung a leak and I was forced to call the plumber. He said he’d be there by 9 a.m. but never showed up until 3 p.m. I was furious that I had to hang out at home all day waiting for him to come fix my sink. He could have called or texted to let me know he was running late.
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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
It wasn’t that short, I told myself. Just daring. Besides, it’s my favorite skirt. There’s no harm in wearing it! Boy, was I ever wrong. Daddy found me by the front door just as I was about to leave for school. “Amber. Dorothy. Tomsin.” He reserved stating my full name for only two reasons, one of which was when he wanted the room to chill.
“You’re embarrassing yourself,” he said, as he gestured to the skirt. “You think dressing like a whore is armor? It makes you a target.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “It’s my body, Daddy!” He sighed. “That’s what they all say.” I looked directly at him, feeling the anger building inside of me. “Haven’t I outgrown your hemline lectures by now?” Daddy’s eyes, tired and grim, locked with mine. “Get upstairs.”
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I am still in shock over Mr. Martin’s confession. I’d already decided that I wasn’t going to tell him that Mrs. Martin had come into work. She’d found credit card receipts and suspected that he was having an affair. There was no way I could tell her that it was me, or that he also messed around with my uncle. I didn’t want to stop seeing Mr. Martin. I’d even been contemplating quitting my job because of this. I didn’t want her to catch us. And I couldn’t tell him not to come in anymore. But that’s when he dropped a bombshell on me. He told me that ever since he was with my uncle, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. The cravings for more had become so intense that he had even been thinking about going somewhere he could get more cock. He told me that he didn’t even think that sex with a female could ever satisfy him again. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But right as I thought I had heard it all, I found out that I hadn’t at all.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
When David, a well-groomed man in his early forties, walked into my office and confessed his desire to “escape the weight of his marriage,” I sensed an opportunity. “Let me show you what it means to truly let go,” I said, watching his eyes flicker with something between curiosity and surrender. At first, I told myself this was just another session, a therapeutic exercise in roleplay to ease his marital tension.
Shortly thereafter, David’s sessions became a ritual. I’d begun weaving subtle suggestions into our conversations, phrases meant to blur the lines between his identity as a husband and the version of himself that could dissolve into pleasure at my command. “Under my guidance, you’ll forget the expectations of others,” I murmured one day as his eyelids grew heavy. “You’ll remember only what it feels like to serve me.” His breathing hitched and, for a moment, I wondered if I’d gone too far…but then he smiled and whispered, “Yes, Cory. Only you.”
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Charlie looked back at me from where I’d positioned him on his changing table. Usually, I lie him down on his back and tickle his feet before lifting them high to change his soggy diaper. It confused him when I dropped him on his knees and folded him over. My left hand rested on his naked back, and my right hand fondled for my sciorrs. “Mama?” I wriggle with worry, making me smile sweetly. “Why are you cutting a hole in my diapie? I need a change so badly! You’re going to make me leak!”
“Oh, you’ll leak alright.” I worked the hole I’d snipped in his Pamper open with my fingers, and we both heard the front door open and close. Charlie looked at me with big eyes and started to shake his head like he knew what was coming.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY Ext 463
I was taking a hot shower, and I was almost done when my brother walked in on me. He thought I would have freaked out on him, but instead, I decided to tease him and put on a little show. “Let me set up the camera, I wanna give you something to touch yourself to when I’m gone,” I said.
I turned off the water and let the water drip down every curve of my skin before I wrapped up in a towel and went to my room. The towel was set up on the bed and then I laid down on it. I wanted to give him a sexy little show, so I started rubbing my body. I lightly grazed my titties, focusing on squeezing my nipples. It felt so good and my legs shook as sparks ran through my body.
☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Ronnie was riding his bike around the neighborhood, when he suddenly heard a bunch of grown men yell ‘’Bombaclot!’’ as they smacked the table while playing dominoes. Some laughed, some cussed some more. This intrigued him, so he decided to go another round around the block. Sure enough, just as he approached them he was met with yet another ‘’Bombaclot!’’
Isabelle 1844-33-candy Ext 464
Detention is where I am right now, and where I belong. Seated in my plaid skirt, I was innocently minding my own business, white shirt loosely unbuttoned to tempt Mr.Black, a plan I’d hatched with the intention of provoking a reaction. Suddenly, I saw Mr.Black look up from his desk. His eyes reflect a hungerthat immediately tightens my thighs.
He knew I was a bad girl, and I was desperate for him to teach me a lesson I wouldn’t forget. “Isabelle,” he growled, standing up and walking over to lock the classroom door. ” You’ve been distracting the entire class with your attitude. It’s time you learned your lesson.”
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My phone buzzes. Another message from a man who thinks he’s ready. “I want to serve,” he writes in clumsy English. “I can take anything.” This made me smile. They always say that.
I reply in French first. “Tu penses que t’es fort? Viens me prouver.” Then, in English. “Be here at 9. Naked. On your knees.” I wear their desperation like perfume. Tonight’s guest arrives and I circle him, watching how he reacts. He licks his lips when I step close. Wrong move.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
It’s hump day, and there is no one around the house to hump me. I’ve decided, today is the day I’m going to stretch out my pussy with the reusable, metal speculum I bought online. Getting naked and lounging on my couch, I was waiting for a fun phone sex boy to call me up.
It was good that he didn’t know what he wanted to talk about because I wanted him to hear me ruin my pussy. I described the duckbill like a gynecologist’s tool, and he sounded like he was getting hot over the idea of finding out just how wide my pussy would open.