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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454 

Dancing at the club, all by myself in a sea of people. I was totally faded and feeling the music when he approached me from behind. I felt his hands boldly slide around my waist. We moved in sync, dancing together when his hands decided to explore my body in all its feminine detail.  

His hands slipped from my waist to my tummy, up my core until they landed on my tits. The only thing polite about him was that he stayed over my dress which left nothing to the imagination.  

My nylon dress was designed to flirt and entice. Cuts throughout, exposing my chest, legs, thighs, back and totally showing cheek. Complete with fishnet stockings and stilettos, I showed up to dance and have a good time. Why not wear something totally sexy and revealing.  

His touch and audacity ignited a thrill in me. A sexual thrill. I leaned back resting against him when I slipped my hand back behind me and felt his face, smoothing my hand over his chin then upwards and through his hair. I didn’t need to see him, he felt extremely sexy.  

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My four hour road trip back home was interrupted by my wet pussy. I just couldn’t keep my hands off of it. I finally had to pull over. There’s a famous ranch set back off of the road. Events are held there. But on this day, it was empty. So I decided that it would be the perfect place to have some private time. I drove through the gate and down the long, tree lined drive. The top was down, and the breeze felt so good. I found a secluded spot to park. Then I turned my music up and laid my seat back. I closed my eyes and began playing with my wet pussy. With the other hand I lowered the spaghetti straps on my sundress to expose my tits. My nipples were so hard. Then all of a sudden, I heard a noise. I opened my eyes. And there before me, stood one sexy stud. I didn’t know what to say. There wasn’t much I could say. He caught me wet handed. “Hello ma’am. It sure is hot out here. Why don’t you come in and let me make you something to drink”.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He came into work and told me that he wanted to play with my feet again. “It’s time for another photo shoot. I have some ideas and something very fun planned” he informed me. What happened last time started playing over in my head. All of a sudden, a surge of energy and wetness exuded from my pussy. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in mind this time. What else could there be? We did everything last time. And it was freaking hot. I never knew I had a foot fetish before. He brought it out in me. I began to wonder if everyone would have the same response to what he did to me. I guess some people’s feet might be too ticklish. But there are sexually arousing reflexology points on feet. So it makes sense that stimulating them feels so good. And I’m proof that it can actually lead to orgasm. Just thinking about it had me so horny and ready for the photo shoot.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

You might expect a French girl like me to be utterly obsessed with haute couture, fine beverages, or perhaps skiing at Mont Tremblant dans l’hiver. And yes, I appreciate a good Pinot Noir and a perfectly tailored jacket as much as the next Quebecquoise girl. But my true passion, my deepest, most fulfilling joie de vivre, lies in a rather unconventional area of human anatomy. Specifically, I’m talking about the magnificent and surprisingly expressive region known as the male butthole.

There’s a certain thrill in watching a man slowly melt into a puddle of delightful vulnerability. The initial surprise, the widening of eyes, the subtle shift in their posture – it’s all part of the butthole exploration dance. They rarely see it coming; my innocent, wide-eyed French charm is an excellent camouflage, masking the mischievous intent bubbling just beneath my surface. It’s like presenting them with a delicate macaron, only to reveal it’s filled with a tiny, exquisitely potent jalapeño. Magnifique!

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I was looking forward to my four hour trip back home. I had a great time at my friend’s ranch. But I was exhausted. And after the fiasco on my drive there, I was ready for a relaxing drive home. I put the top down again. But I decided that I better leave my clothes on this time. I wasn’t wearing much anyway. No bra or panties, just a little spaghetti strap sundress. The only problem was that the wind kept blowing it up. But the breeze felt good. I had the music turned up and I was enjoying the drive. I was trying to resist the urge to play with my exposed pussy. But it was begging for attention. So I gave it what it wanted. My seat coolers were really coming in handy because my pussy hot and wet. I was getting so turned on that I needed to pull over. And I knew the perfect spot. There’s a well known ranch where a primetime soap opera was filmed in the eighties. Now it’s rented out for events but is often empty. As I approached, I saw that it was indeed empty. So I pulled in.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

From the moment he appeared at my table, a subtle electric current had formed between us. He had kind eyes, the color of warm caramel, framed by lashes that were entirely too long for a man, and a smile that crinkled the corners of his mouth just so. His black uniform, crisp and impeccable, did nothing to hide the athletic grace of his build. He wasn’t just bringing water; he was bringing heat.

“Good evening,” he’d said, his voice a low, smooth baritone. “Can I start you off with a drink?” “You certainly can,” I’d purred, letting my gaze linger a fraction too long on his lips. “And you are…?” He’d offered his name, that easy smile spreading. “Liam. And you?” “Stella.” I held his gaze, a silent challenge in my eyes. “It’s lovely to meet you, Liam.”

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a four hour road trip to my friend’s ranch. The weather was beautiful. It was a sunny spring day. So I decided to put the top down, turn the music up, and enjoy the long drive. About an hour and a half in, I found myself on a desolate highway. Suddenly I had what I thought at the time was a brilliant idea. I could sunbathe while driving. First, I took off my t-shirt. Then somehow, I managed to get my jean shorts off. So I was driving along in my lacy turquoise bra and panty set. But then I decided that I really didn’t want tan lines. And no one was around. So I thought I might as well take my bra and panties off. I threw them into the passenger seat with my clothes. And there I was driving down the highway naked with the top down and my hair flying in the wind. When all of a sudden, a big gust of wind swooped in. And all of my clothes started flying out. Then I realized that I was going to have to go retrieve my clothes while completely naked. I was mortified.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was most definitely the test drive of my life. The sexy, young salesman gave me a hands on tutorial of the car, from the passenger’s side. It was quite the experience, so sensual. Every time his hand would graze me, it was electrical. It made my whole body tingle. To be honest, I was a little nervous to be driving under his influence. I literally felt weak in the knees. But I tried to play it calm, cool, and collected. We pulled out of the dealership. I hit the throttle and we were off. The way it took off when I barely tapped the gas peddle shot a rush of adrenaline through my body. My whole body was tingling, especially my pussy. I looked over at him. There was no way I could ignore his hard cock protruding through his pants. I think the speed gave him a thrill as well. He kept looking over at my legs, or between them. I hadn’t planned on test driving anything. So I didn’t really think about the fact that I was wearing a very short dress. And it had ridden up, practically exposing my pussy. He obviously noticed.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

He took me for the test drive of my life. I was car shopping. Just for the fun of it. I ended up at the jaguar dealership. I wasn’t really planning on test driving anything. But one sexy as fuck car caught my eye. As I was in my own little world admiring it, a sexy voice startled me “hello ma’am”. I jumped, and turned towards him, giggling with embarrassment. And when I did, be still my heart. Before me stood a very attractive young man, with a flirtatious, and seductive smile. I tried to quickly gain composure. “Hello”, I managed to mutter through an uncontrollable smile. He blushed. And when he did, it sent a shiver down my spine and a surge of adrenaline to my pussy. I could see his cock harden in his pants. But he tried to remain professional. He cleared his throat and asked, “would you like to take a test drive ma’am?” The way he said “ma’am” drove me wild. “Yes”  jumped out my mouth. He looked pleasantly surprised. “Great! Let me go grad the keys! I’ll be right back” he interjected quickly before scurrying off. But it didn’t take him long at all.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out as just a typical Monday morning at the gym. I was wearing my little white spandex shorts with no panties, of course. And my little white sports bra to match. There was this one guy that kept staring at me. Every time I looked at him, he would turn away and pretend he wasn’t looking. I decided to mess with him and tease him a little bit. I bent over intentionally. I knew my shorts were pretty much see through. And my sports bra pushed my tits together giving me massive cleavage. I was having so much fun. It was turning me on to be honest. Because I saw the massive hard on protruding through his shorts. We both needed to cool down. So I headed to the pool. I slipped into a changing room and put on my new neon pink bikini. When I opened the door, there he was. Like right there, blocking me from stepping out. “What are you doing?” I playfully asked with a flirtatious giggle. But his eyes were serious. He let himself in and locked the door behind him.

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