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There’s nothing quite like the thrill of cuckolding my boyfriend, watching him squirm as I get stuffed by a stud who’s the complete opposite of his little boring prick.

Let me tell you, there’s a major difference between the toy-sized cock he’s packing and the real deal. When I wrap my lips around a thick, veiny BBC, I can practically taste the superiority. And when it slides into my tight pussy, it’s like a whole new world of pleasure opens up.

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Aww, look who it is! My cute little sissycuck, all dolled up in mommy’s panties, ready to service this pussy. Isn’t that just precious?

Listen sweetie, I know you love getting teased and humiliated, and lucky for you, I’m more than happy to oblige. I mean, who else is gonna put up with a pathetic little bitch boy like you? Certainly not a real woman! No, they’d see right through your sissy act. But not me. I can appreciate a good cuck when I see one.

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I need you to make me cum. I want you to bend me over right now, grab my hips and plunge your huge, hard cock deep into my tight, dripping wet pussy. I’m so horny, my clit throbbing, ready for you to fill me up completely.

Bury that fat dick in my throbbing cunt as far as it will go. Make me gasp and moan as you stretch my walls around your thick shaft. Let me feel every ridge and vein rubbing against my sensitive insides with each deep thrust.

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As I sit here, penning these scandalous words to you, my heart races with anticipation. The forbidden fruit – a taste that’s oh so sweet, yet hides a poison that could destroy lives. And yet, we’re drawn to it, aren’t we? The thrill, the danger, the sheer erotic power of our illicit affair.

I know what you’re thinking. How could I, a mere stranger, tempt you to betray your vows, to risk everything for a tumble in the sheets with me? But it’s not just about the sex, is it? No, this is something deeper, darker, more primal. A connection that transcends the mundane routines of married life.

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When we first met, I had no idea that beneath your shy, reserved exterior hid the most deliciously debased, submissive little worm. At first, I thought it was cute how you blushed at the slightest compliment, how you stumbled over your words in my presence. But as I got to know you better, I realized that your meekness was not merely a charming facade – it was the very essence of who you are.

Oh, the things you make me do to get you even slightly aroused! The filthy names I have to call you, the degrading taunts I must whisper in your ear as I “accidentally” brush against your crotch. “Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” I ask with a giggle, knowing full well it’s neither – it’s just your microscopic pecker twitching pathetically in its cage.

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The pungent smell of cummie diaper hits my nostrils as I enter my bedroom. Oh man, is there a diaper boi in my room tonight? What am I going to do about that?

I carefully make my way across the dark room. As I get closer to the source of the smell, my heart starts to race with anticipation. Suddenly, the moonlight from the window illuminates a bulging diaper bottom protruding out from under the covers of the bed. I’ve found the diaper boi.

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I hope you’re feeling that delicious mixture of frustration and arousal, because I’ve got you locked up tight in that chastity cage, and I’m the only one who holds the key.

I know how much you crave release, how desperately you want to feel your cock throbbing and spurting as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure. But I’m the one who decides when – or even if – you get to experience that exquisite sensation.

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It’s DAY OF THE HEAD, baby. That’s right, the day where I worship your wonderous cock. Because today is all about giving you the best damn blowjob of your life.

I’m the goddess who kneels before your altar, ready to take your entire length down my throat. The pressure on your dick from my tight lips and tongue is a heaven you’ve never experienced before.

It’s a celebration of my oral skills and the joy I get from gazing up at you in adoration as I service you. Watching the bliss on your face as I deepthroat your cock, gagging and sputtering on your meat. Mmm that sound never gets old. My throat is your happy place and your happy place is the second my tongue wraps around your prick.

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Oh honey, it’s so good to be home after a long night of fucking another man. You know how much I love to cum. Well, guess what? I did, and I did it hard. Over and over again, all night long, darling cuck. He absolutely wrecked me. The things he can do with that big, juicy cock of his… mmff, just thinking about it is making me wet again. So now it’s time to clean me up!

But for now, I’m going to make you clean up the mess. You know, get on your hands and knees and eat me out until I’m spotless. Get every last drop of that stud’s cum that’s dripping out of me. I want you to savor the taste of his seed, cuck. Suck it up like the thirsty little bitch you are. Show me how much you love being the clean-up crew after I get gang banged.

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My third session with Dr. Jenson started off like any other. I laid myself bare, opening up about my deepest insecurities and anxieties. He listened intently, jotting down notes and offering words of comfort as any good therapist would. But then something shifted. His eyes lingered on my body just a bit too long as I spoke about my troubled past.

I felt vulnerable, my guard down in that moment. I know now that he sensed this, saw an opportunity to exploit my fragility. “Let me help you feel better,” he purred, setting aside his notepad to turn in his chair towards me. His hand slid up my bare thigh and I froze.

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