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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I invited my friend John to a weekend getaway at my fabulous cabin retreat. There was a lovely little secret that he didn’t know about though. I had an old metal rod bed that squeaked and creaked like crazy. It was like the more we fucked on it, the more noise it would make, and the harder I would cum. So, he doesn’t know yet, but he will soon find out.

After a long four-hour drive we arrived at my cabin. I walked inside and turned on the lights. It was a beautiful log cabin in the mountains surrounded by snow this time of the year. After waiting four hours, I had to jump his bones. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

We started making out and I ripped his shirt off. I pushed him against the wall and made out with him harder. He grabbed me and squeezed me so tightly and pushed me onto the dresser. I was sitting on the dresser and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he picked me up. I always wanted to get fucked in the air. But I told him to throw me on the bed instead.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Auntie Anna was forced to babysit her naughty nephew. She warned him that if he broke anything in her house or misbehaved, she would be telling his mom upon her arrival to pick him up. He rudely rolled his eyes at her and stomped off to go watch his cartoons.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

The Becketts felt horrible about how traumatized the haunted mansion had left me. So they invited me over for dinner. They wanted to talk to me and make sure that I was alright.

As I drove up to the house I started having flashbacks. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to go inside and follow through with the dinner. But I managed to suppress it. Once inside with the Becketts, I felt much more relaxed. But I will never be able to go in that room again. I might not even be able to go upstairs at all.

After dinner Mrs. Beckett told me that she had been so worried about me. She told me that when they found me, I was in shock, in a semi catatonic state, and covered in cum. There are still bits and pieces of that night that I don’t remember. She started caressing my cheek and telling me that she knows that I probably never want to be with another man after that happened. Then she assured me that she was there for me, and that she wanted to protect me and take care of me.

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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 shows 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 if nothing has happened.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Another one. Always the same hopeful, pathetic look in their eyes. As if I would be anything more than a fleeting fantasy for their miserable lives. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” I purred, my voice dripping with an accent thicker than the Parisian fog. He flinched, already knowing what was coming. Good. Fear is the first step to understanding your place.

He mumbled a greeting, as his gaze darted around my dimly lit salon. The velvet curtains, the antique furniture, the subtle scent of expensive perfume…it was all designed to overwhelm. To make them feel small. And it worked. Every time. “You are late,” I stated, not as a question, but as a cold, hard fact. They call me a bitch. Bien sûr. What did they expect? A gentle caress? A whispered endearment? Ridicule.

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Breaking In My Bestie's Husband

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“Alexus, I need help.” Tiff huffed into the phone. “I wanna peg my man, but I’m not sure how to do it. Can you come over and help me?” Mmm, I love breaking in little virgins, so I told her I’d be happy to. First, I packed a bag full of lingerie, makeup, and a little red wig and skipped to her house.

Her husband was handcuffed to the bed when I got there, completely naked. What a sight. He had a lovely cock that lay limp against his thigh, and he seemed very frustrated with Tiff.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’m a woman of simple, yet incredibly specific, pleasures. While some chase after fancy dinners or the latest gossip, my eyes are always scanning for one thing: a beautiful, thick BBC to wrap my soft, glossy lips around. It’s a craving, a delightful obsession, and frankly, my favorite way to unwind.

Recently, I met his guy. I spotted him across the room, as he was leaning against the bar with an easy smile playing on his lips. He was tall with broad shoulders and had that unmistakable “big dick energy” that always makes me feral. My radar went wild. There was a certain confidence in his stance, a lazy power that promised a delightful experience. My heart did a little flutter-kick. I had to have him!

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a well known haunted hotel built in 1886. I was attending an event, and everyone was going to stay there since the event was being held there. I wasn’t really worried about all of the ghost stories. It was a really popular hotel. People came from everywhere to experience a night there. And many celebrities frequented it. So I was actually pretty excited. When you walk through the doors, you can’t help but feel the history. It permeated the air. You’re met with a grand circular staircase. It was made of marble, but they added a red runner after someone lost their life falling down it. The bar had a speakeasy vibe. It was ornate with nineteenth century brass fixtures, red velvet booths and floor to ceiling curtains. We all met for drinks. Then it was time to head to our rooms for a good night’s sleep. The event was going to start bright and early in the morning.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext.463

I do love a good anal fuck, but you didn’t think I was able to take a rock-hard cock from the start, did you? Of course, I had to start with a nice flexible pair of anal beads. There are some anal trainers, but I decided on a few pairs of beads to stretch my ass nice and wide.

I started by laying down on my back in front of a full-length mirror. I had my legs up in the air and behind my head (you have to be REALLY flexible for this). I grabbed my smallest pair of beads which were bright pink, and I grabbed my lube in my other hand.

I made sure to lube up the beads a lot, and then I lubed up my asshole too. I needed to really prepare myself properly. I put the beads right up at my asshole and gently pushed the smallest bead in. I heard and felt the POP and knew right then that my ass swallowed that bead.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The worst color in the world is the pale yellow bubble hovering over my chat box. It means they are typing. They are pouring out their sad feelings, treating the glowing screen like a confessional booth, all for free. They know I trade attention for currency. Simple, brutal, and utterly true. I’m Quebecoise, which means I’m precise about my costs, and the cost of having me pretend to care about your awful Tuesday is non-negotiable.

Right now, it’s Edgar. He’s forty-something, lives somewhere humid, and sends me paragraphs about his failing marriage and his collection of vintage model trains. He keeps sending me these long, dense messages, hoping that sheer volume of misery will somehow earn him a response. But he’s not getting one unless he pays.

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