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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Winter can be magical but drab. Freshly fallen snow covering lush Evergreen and bare Maple trees is gorgeous. However, the mundane work between time off and scheduling conflicts can be a nightmare.

Johnny and his wife Rebecca, as well as myself, love to get together over the holidays.

Often, we would play strategy games like Risk and Settlers of Catan. Dorky, I know. Johnny and Rebecca even have the Game of Thrones expansion pack for Catan.

That night, it was freezing. I called a private car to drive me over to their place. All I had on was a skimpy black cocktail dress and hot pink Prada pumps.

By the time I arrived, Rebecca was already in bed. She had been feeling slightly under the weather. Of course, she trusted Johnny and I to be alone together.

When Johnny opened the door, I could see the way his eyes took me in.

“Hey”, I said, as I smirked and walked past him, into his home.

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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

It is an average end of the work day. I close up my laptop, grab my things that I don’t intend to leave at the office, and head out the door. On the way out, I double-check the lock and head down the street. It’s only a few blocks to home, and it has been unreasonably mild outside for a mid-December week, so I decide to walk home.

On the way, I get a need for some sausages for dinner and make a decision to swing by the butchers, which is just a couple blocks out of the way. As I go to enter, my nose is buried in my phone, the door doesn’t open, and I slam my forehead into the glass. Looking up as I curse, I see the butcher trying to close up shop, shouting something and waving his arms around.

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I met Johnny and Rebecca at college and we became very close friends very quickly. At least, that’s how I explain it to people when they ask me now. 

The truth is, I had a class with Johnny before I ever met Rebecca, or even knew they were dating, Johnny chose to omit that detail when we met. 

So Johnny and I got along well. He and I loved to get stoned and watch TV together. We would laugh at old sitcoms and how much easier life was back then. We would get wasted together whenever we finished any kind of small college-related task. 

It wasn’t very long before he and I started fucking like bunnies. 

Then, I met Johnny’s long-time girlfriend, Rebecca.

I was infuriated, to say the least. I felt so betrayed. The worst part of all of it was that Rebecca was an awesome girl. Not only was she fucking hot, I could imagine her pussy was just as sweet as her personality. 

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

My brother (Dave)  works in the trades, commercial electrical I think. Honestly, I’m not sure, because all the words that men use about cars, plumbing, electrical, and the list goes on, are just way too hard for me to understand. Maybe my brain just doesn’t work as well as a man’s brain in that way. 

Something I do know, all his guy friends in the trades are so fucking sexy. They work a lot of different kinds of construction jobs, so they’re all so buff, and muscular. Most of them all also tend to love to party. 

Dave would be so mad if he knew how often I touched myself thinking about his friends. If I’m being honest, I would love to get fucked by an entire construction crew at once. 

Lucky for me, when I bought my place, Dave ensured that all his friends knew to help me out with anything I needed, he didn’t want me to have a major repair I couldn’t handle alone. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I grew up beside a pretty girl who was the same age as me. She was a spoiled little bitch. She and I had a lot of friends on our street in the suburbs back then. We all played with Barbies and listened to slutty girl bands on MTV. 

Sabrina was the girl who lived beside me. As we grew older, she and I grew apart. Her parents seemed to argue a lot, I would always hear yelling from their house. Sabrina’s mom was this old, prudish, mingy-looking bitch. Sabrina’s dad was a pretty typical-looking guy, he worked in a factory, wore New Balance sneakers, and Nike golf polos and had your typical “dad bod”. He was hot though, and he would always be outside when I was washing my Volkswagen Jetta in my tiny, barely there, pink bikini. 

As time went on, he would watch me all the time. As my cute little ass cheeks bounced walking around when I walked. When my perky tits would almost pop out of my top I could see him start to lose it.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Every little girl loves Disney princesses, including myself. The glamour and the royalty seem to be fun. After all, Megan Markle went from being on Suits and The Hallmark Channel to being a princess in real life, why can’t I do the same thing?

My vibrator was not cutting it, I was touching myself constantly because I was so wet and horny all the time.

Snow White and the other Disney princesses have always been a bit of a turn-on for me. I fantasize about all of them.

For a while, I had been casually hooking up with this guy named Ben. So I decided to make my fantasy become a reality.

I was wearing a royal blue push-up bra and a short yellow pleated skirt. My hair was curled with a red ribbon hairband. My lips, the most luscious red lipstick.

I texted Ben and told him to come over and that I was waiting for him in my bedroom. I told him to let himself in and meet me there.

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I’ve always been a party girl and I’ve always been the life of the party. I liked to hang out and smoke with guys when I went to parties, I never had my own and if I dressed slutty, I knew I would always be able to ask guys for some. 

By this point in time, Tommy and I had been hooking up in secret for a bit. It was funny because in all the years I had known Tommy and fantasized about finally being able to taste and receive his big cock, I had no idea how tiny his cock was. 

The very first time he fucked me, he told me I would like it, because even though all my holes are so tight, Tommy has the smallest cock I have ever seen in my life. I’m not exaggerating, his cock is tinier than my pinky finger. His fingers are bigger than his cock when it’s hard. 

So he and I are smoking at this party, sitting there and laughing and chatting. He turns to me and I think he’s about to kiss me, but instead

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Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243

Every year, my Dad’s company has this big ol’ Christmas party, and this year, he decided to take me. It was a really fancy party, so we had to dress up! Mommy bought me this stunning white, velvet, knee-length dress that sparkled all over. I felt like such a Princess on his arm as he introduced me to all of his coworkers.

I was so nervous to meet Daddy’s Boss because he is a very important man. Very rich and smart! Everything I want in a husband one day. Before I could meet him, though, some tipsy floozy who was tripping over my Dad spilled red wine all down my dress! I screamed, so distraught over my beautiful new dress being ruined, but Daddy sent me off to one of the back offices to see if I could dab it up with paper towels.

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Thick Thighs Save Lives

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

Thick thighs don’t actually save lives. Between them, men find heaven, and you’d do anything to get between mine. These soft, chunky, thick thighs wrapped around your head, muffling the sounds of my moans as they cover your ears. You can’t even look up at me as your tongue digs deep between my folds, and your hands rub at the back of my thighs.

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Mila 844-332-2639 Ext-220
One of my favourite things to do this time of year is to walk down to get a specialty holiday coffee from a cafe. And I do it often! But the little barista that takes my order is so funny! Sometimes I see a guy out in the wild and I can’t help but think, “My god! A sissy!” They are just too easy to spot. And this barista is no exception. That overdone hair, submissive stare, can’t even see the bulge in his pants! I was grabbing my latte a little later than normal the other day and left as he was leaving his shift.
 

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