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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You look through the keyhole of my bedroom door as often as you can. I know you do, you fucking perv. Always slinking in the background like a shadow, thinking you won’t be seen, but I fucking see you. Perves like you come with a stench and a skin-crawling sensation girls can’t shake.

Even though you’re handsome and intelligent, all the girls at school won’t give you the time of day. They don’t give you a second glance because they can smell the dried cum in your boxers and because I tell them you’re mine. Not mine like I’m gonna suck your cock or let you stretch my pussy; hell no, you’re my younger brother! That’d be fucking sick.

No, no, no, stupid boy. I tell them you are mine,  as in I’m gonna be the one to break your mind teasing and abusing you. I guess “Perv” just runs in the family. Like now, I know you’re staring through that itty bitty keyhole, probably rubbing yourself through your jeans as I pry off my too-tight tank top. I adjust my bra as I move closer to the keyhole, unclipping it so your view of me becomes lost as I get closer and closer. You thought you’d see my tits? Ha, You fucking wish!

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Cindy (844-332-2639) ext 435

Today, I am going to trick you into breeding my sweet little kitty daddy. My kitty Is longing to get filled with all that yummy cum. There is nothing that I love more than how warm your cum  is. I squeeze my tight kitty hard around your cock, aching for your cum. I need us to switch positions FAST if I am going to trick you into breeding me. You always pull out and cum on my tits when we do it without a condom, just to be safe.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Katie and I park, I shouldn’t have driven, but I knew if I called you for a ride, you’d be mad. So we stumble up the driveway, and Katie giggles that the house is dark and that we got away with it. I shake my head and point, the porch lights on, and I can see your shadow in the rocking chair. Fuck, I grab her arm and tell her we should just go to her house, but she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, confident my brother won’t punish me with her there. She’s had a crush on you for a while, and it just makes me sick.
She drags me up the walk, and you stand up with your arms crossed over your chest. “Franny,’ You talk down to me. I hold a hand up to stop you and try to walk past you, but I teeter over into Katie. “Look, look. We’re fine. We’re going to bed. You don’t have to say anything.”

You roll your eyes and tell me how late we are and that you can see I’m wasted, which is inexcusable.

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Cindy (844-332-2639) ext 435

 I stroke your soft dirty blonde hair as I watch my diaper boy son suckle at my nipple. You’re totally focused on my breasts, suckling on one while you rub the other. You’ve been dreaming of this for the last four days. My breast is even better than you thought. The best part is that I love you sucking Mommy’s nipple. You feel me breathing softly, and you hear a soft moan periodically. This makes your cock even harder in your diaper. I remember feeling so good the first time I breastfed you, but this… This feels amazing. I love to make you feel nurtured and loved. However, I didn’t expect to enjoy it so much. I’m getting horny for my diaper, baby. My pussy is dripping, and my panties are getting wet. I look down to see my nipples are also wet from you, eagerly sucking away at them. My breathing gets faster. You suck harder.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

As spring break approached, all of my graduating class was discussing senior photos. Since they’d be our last year book photos, it was important for the pictures to be the best ever. But, of course, to have the best images, you have to hire the best photographer.

Thankfully, one of my uncles is a professional. Like with a studio and everything! I asked him if he’d be willing to set up a session and make me look my best. Expectedly, his schedule was full, so he said if I wanted him to take my pictures, I’d have to do it late one Friday night in his basement studio. I agreed and asked him if I could bring a few outfits to test, which would be my favorite, and he said that was more than fine.

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family fun

Family fun – yes, please.

My sister came to stay with me last weekend and, to my surprise, brought a hot piece of meat. Like a super hot dude – the kind that I usually drag home to play with on a night out. So, I was actually a little shocked because she typically brings home boring men. Like the unfortunate in the look’s kind of dude. Anyways, I wanted to be good and sisterly, I really did but that was not in the cards as I watched him get out of the shower. He had left the door cracked and as I was walking by, I glanced in and got a full view of his gigantic cock. It was big and thick and that was when it wasn’t even hard. I knew then that I would have him before the weekend.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

All those years when he would wake me up early on Christmas morning to rush downstairs and see what presents Santa had brought him, I wished he would sleep in. Or at least let me sleep in. But now that little Johnny isn’t so little anymore; I miss the Christmas morning excitement. He always had such joy on his face when he would shake me awake. “Mommy, Mommy!” His little voice would whisper yell. “It’s Christmas; get up! Get up!”

My room is quiet this year after the sun has come up over the snow-covered hills. While I should be grateful that I’m well rested, something just feels like it’s missing. I sneak down the hall to little Johnny’s room and see him still sleeping peacefully on his back. With dreams of sugar plums dancing in his head, I wonder.

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Daddy made me do it

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

After a long week, my body and mind were over-tired, and even hours after bedtime, I still couldn’t fall asleep. I thought maybe watching some tv would help me zone out, but as I turned the corner into the living room, someone else was already there. Daddy was sitting on the couch in just his boxers, legs sprawled out and reclined back. He must have seen me out of the corner of his eye because he looked over, lifted his arm over the back of the couch, and asked what I was doing.

“I can’t sleep.” My shoulder shrugged. I walked over and sat down on the cushion next to him. His hand curled around the back of my neck, and he pulled me toward him. My head laid on his lap, and he started running his fingers through my hair.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

My favorite part of the morning is slipping into my big boy’s room before he wakes up. The sun seeps through his blinds to slash bright little lines across his innocent face. He is such a sound sleeper. So sound that he never wakes up in the middle of the night to use the potty. No, my sweet stinky boy sleeps right through those kinds of things, just like a big baby!

The nursery always smells faintly of baby powder, but in the morning, that is a tough smell to distinguish. All I can sniff out is his nightly activities. It seems as though this morning, my boy has produced quite a large present in his diaper for Mommy.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Around the Holidays, my family gets together to watch old home movies. My Dad loves photos and videos. Almost every memory I have of him includes his phone in his hand, pointed at my sisters and me. We didn’t think it was unusual because it’s just how things were. He would say some people miss important moments in their lives because they don’t know what’s important until it’s over. Dad claimed he didn’t want to miss a thing.

This year, my mom was away to take care of my grandma, and my sisters were busy with their lives, so it was just Dad and I parked on the couch, ready to watch some of the home movies he’d taken. The first one he played was of little Krysta decorating the Christmas tree.

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