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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY EXT 357

A group of my friends were all hanging out, talking about what fun things we should plan over the next few weeks. So many options came up. Clubs, museums, the movies, some of the Vegas hot spots, and then one idea gave me the chills. An Escape Room. I HATED the idea!

Everyone thinks it’s a great “team-building” activity. As a group, you get LOCKED in a room and have to find clues to escape by working together. On the other hand, I feel like it’s a setup for a horror movie. I just know we’ll be locked inside by some psycho who wants to play “Saw” and makes us cut our eyeballs out to find the key he stashed behind them. I voted no!

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Tiny

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I keep a jar of shrunken, tiny men in my nightstand drawer. Don’t worry; I poke the smallest of holes in the lid so they can breathe. But, the other morning, it was so early that as I fumbled for the jar with sleepy eyes, I wasn’t prepared for my littles to act like tiny escape artists.

The lid slipped out of my hand, I had just lotioned my shaved legs, and I guess my fingers were still a bit greasy. So the lid flew one way, and the tiny boys ran in every direction across my bed.

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Inflatable

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

My ankles were cuffed apart from each other. So wide apart. My knees couldn’t close, but I wouldn’t want to close my thighs even if I could. The man between my legs was rubbing a thin, smooth inflatable dildo up and down my wet slit. He’d lubed it to make it glide across my swollen clit, and with every swipe of the head over my hot button, my hips jerked up to meet his touch.

At the end of the dildo was a thin hose that fed into a bulb-like pump. It looked much like a pressure cuff, and he lifted the dildo for me to see as he pumped that bulb. To my surprise, the head of the toy grew and grew. It tripled in size and then some. He stabbed it against my hole, and no matter how much pressure he applied, it just wouldn’t go in.

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Untucked

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It’s time to get untucked. Spending all day in your business suit must be so annoying. Tie tied tight, shirt tucked in, and your belt all snug against your hips. Don’t you want to relax? Untuck and unwind with me? Instead of rushing home to your wife, who’ll surely have a honey-do list waiting for you, spend some time exploring Alexus untucked.

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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

Being a naughty girl thrills me. Tonight, you’ve taken me out to a fancy dinner. I’ve dressed to tease you. Something tight, sleeveless, and it show’s off more cleavage and thigh than you can stand. At first, you thought it was sexy that other men would be oogling your arm candy. It made you feel like the big man on campus to have such a sexy fucktoy at your side, but now, your cock is hurting.

We’re halfway through the appetizers, and when the waiter turns to leave, I tug the neckline down to flash you a supple tit. I can almost feel your groan from across the table. Giggling, I cover back up and act as nothing has happened.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

He’s a hard-working man. One who plans and builds. He’s in control of every aspect of his everyday life until he submits to me. How does such a man give in? Through currency control, of course. I’m younger than him, and I don’t work nearly as hard as he does. His early mornings, late nights, working overtime is so much more than my rolling over in bed to take phonesex calls in my lingerie. (Lingerie someone else bought me.) So why should he hand over his money to me?

The answer is much more straightforward than you can imagine because I want it.

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Lecture

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The good-looking man at the podium appeared to have everything perfectly prepared for his lecture. His sexy glasses slid down the bridge of his nose while he thumbed through some papers while the rest of the students settled in. I was happy to have arrived early for a front-row seat.

The professor began his lecture, and I felt his eyes find my long legs. He cleared his throat, a feeble attempt to focus; I wasn’t about to let that happen.

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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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