Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

He likes to watch and instruct us on what to do next. It all starts out with a two girl private dance. And it may go on for hours. He will pay for hours on end. But that’s not even enough. He then wants us to go home with him where he will instruct us on what to do to each other all night long. It always starts with an erotic strip tease. He has a dance pole in his house. He likes for both of us to be on the pole at the same time, grinding and rubbing our pussies on it simultaneously. We tease each other by licking each other’s nipples and spanking each other’s asses. Sometimes we have a theme with props. We’ve done BDSM, and other fetishes. He loves it all. And he really likes it when we have cute little costumes like school girl uniforms or naughty police officers. When he’s ready, he has us strip off whatever clothes we have on. Then he instructs us on where he wants us. It’s always different.

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Cory

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Harrison, a client I’d only heard whispers about, watched me with an unnerving intensity. He was older, distinguished, with eyes that held a mixture of boredom and simmering amusement. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt like I’d stepped into a different dimension.

“Honey,” he’d instructed, his voice a low rumble. “Something undeniably, gloriously sticky.” My pantry offered few options at that hour. I grabbed the honey, the golden liquid thick and viscous in the bottle. Its sweetness suddenly felt cloying, almost threatening. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. Another woman, Julie, stood across from me, her face a mask of professional detachment. “Mr. Harrison has a challenge for you, Julie,” he announced, his gaze shifting between us.

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Thanksgiving Sploshing For Cash

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

Everyone knows big girls like food, but I didn’t expect to get paid for Thanksgiving sploshing at the old folks home! Every year, I volunteer to hang out with the old people whose families are too busy for them. The nursing home is overwhelmed, and being there to hand out Thanksgiving dinner plates or even help feed some of them makes a big difference. The nurses warned me that Old Mister Jensen was a bit of a perv, but I’m used to that.

I carried his tray into his room and gave him a warm greeting. “Mmm, you a big bitch,” He licked at his toothless gums while eyeing me up and down. Continue reading “Thanksgiving Sploshing For Cash”