Tag: barely legal

piggie

Oh, piggie, daddy!! Spencer needs some money today. Please don’t give me that I just gave you a lot of money monologue. I know you just gave me fifteen thousand dollars. But I used it all for these cute heels. They are Dior daddy, and they are perfect fuck me heels. I know you love how my legs look in these heels. You can’t deny how hot I am, daddy. Most importantly, my piggy daddy’s job is to make sure I look good. Without a doubt, I know you will take good care of your sugar baby. Continue reading “Piggie Bank Daddy” →

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

The gym was crowded, but I blocked the world out with my earbuds in. Pushing my body helps when I’m stressed, and lately, I have been stressed. I was on the stair stepper, climbing my way endlessly to a tight ass, when I started to get those tingles at the back of my neck. You know the feeling you get when someone is watching you?

That primal instinct serves as a warning in the presence of danger. I looked back and didn’t see anyone watching me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. Sweat trailed down my spine and soaked the top of my high-waisted leggings. Finally, when every inch of me felt exhausted, I stopped the machine and leaned on the rails to catch my breath.

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Santa

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Santa Daddy, you know the song, that’s not the lyrics, use that big brain of yours. Can you think of the one I mean? The one that plays throughout the grocery stores and shopping malls from just after Thanksgiving until the New Year rolls in? Mmmhm, you do know the one. The holiday song lists all of the things I deserve for being such a good girl for you all year long.

Just like the lyrics say, I’ve been an awfully good girl this year, hurry and dial me up tonight. I’ll wait up for you, Santa Daddy.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

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I let out a long and low whimper as he cut my panties from my hips. He pulled them from under me and reached around to shove the wet, red fabric into my mouth. “There, now you look the part.”

My panties tasted like fabric softener and my SWEET JUICY PUSSY. I sucked the fabric gag and groaned as Wolf pushed my knees open wider. His friends all surrounded the table, and Wolf was at the head of the rectangle, looking directly into my BARELY LEGAL PUSSY.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

You want me to what?

I was visiting my friend who lives in a co-ed dorm. I didn’t make it into the school I wanted to go to, but spending the weekend with her makes me feel like a cool, smart college girl. She has an early class on Monday mornings; we had to cut our partying short on Sunday night just so she wouldn’t be too hungover. However, she said I could chill in her room and wait till her class was over. Then we’d find trouble!

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Busty nude brunette in pigtails covers her pussy with her hand.

By Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext. 410

On lazy days when I have no obligations, I like to hang out on public transit and see how many stranger handjobs I can give. With everyone having to wear masks now, it can be even more fun. I start in a seat all by myself, somewhere near the back of the bus.

Watching as men of all ages get on and off. Some stare into their phones and never notice me, while others seem to sense my desire. I wear tiny little skirts so I can open my thighs as an invite. Showing off my panties is a good start to getting those stranger’s dick hard.

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Girl

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

The car sputtered to a stop a hundred miles from the nearest gas station. Hell, I hadn’t seen an exit in I don’t know when. The desert stretched out in front and behind me for as far as I could see. The late afternoon sun beat down on my back as I stood in front of the car with the hood open, looking down at who knows what.

There was no smoke billowing from the shut-off engine anymore, and everything looked exactly the same as it had last time I glanced in here. Of course, it didn’t help that I didn’t know what I was looking at then either. With a heavy exhale, I slammed the hood closed and leaned my ass against it.

Not a cloud in the sky or a car on the highway. My cell had no service, and I was royally fucked. I glared up at the sun, knowing as hot as it was now, soon it would be freezing—the curse of the desert. I needed a way home, and I needed one fast.

Sweat beaded down the back of my wife beater and soaked into the waistband of my daisy dukes. I pushed myself off the hood and kicked the dirt. Maybe I should start walking? That seemed like a dumb idea but the only option at the moment. Hanging around here with a busted-ass car wasn’t gonna do me no good. I grabbed my keys, locked the broken-down car, flipped it off, and started back toward Las Vegas.

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freedom

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

It must be so hard finding financial freedom as a Sugar Daddy. You find yourself addicted to giving this sweet little teen brat all of your hard-earned cash, and yet you want to work even harder to give her more. So I’ve come up with a little game to make finding your freedom so much easier. Do you wanna play?

First, I’m going to tie you naked to my bed. Hands above your head, legs spread wide apart. Don’t be afraid, Daddy, don’t you trust me? Next, I’ll place your wallet on your chest. Right between your pecs, and then I’m going to start teasing your cock. It’s going to be coated in a slimy lube, making it easier for my slippery hands to pump up and down.

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Kayla Cumsalot 18443322639 EXT 357

It’s not often cold in Las Vegas, so when I stepped outside in just my BLACK BOOTY SHORTS and white tank top, I didn’t expect the icy wind to snake up my back. I’d just ending a SUPER, SEXY phone call and needed a cigarette.

I hugged my arms around myself after putting the flame to the end of my smoke. My entire body TREMBLED from the cold as I inhaled. Then, I hear the sound of my neighbor’s patio door sliding open and sneak back into the dark corner of my own patio. I’m all for being SEXY AND NAUGHTY, but I’m not the kind of girl who wants her neighbors to see her mostly NAKED, FREEZING in the cold for a hit of nicotine.

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Doin some work outside is somethin I have to do all the time out here on the farm. Normally I am out in the fields doing somethin or other. Normally I’m not here right at the roadside being out in the middle of the country it’s not often I hear a song playin. One that most people get excited about.

A song comin from a truck. An ice cream truck. He one comes right down my road. So odd to be out this far. No customers for him. Here he goes stoppin right in front of me. Leanin out the window and askin me to come over. Thinkin he might need directions I do. His request though shocked me.

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