Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Teen panty sniffers are like the lowest of the low. They are the most disgusting type of human beings on this fucking planet. Take my step dad for example.
The dude is addicted to the scent of my jailbait pussy, but he’s too much of a loser to admit it or do anything about it. Instead, he raids my room, looking for worn thongs or cheekies when I’m gone. Anything that may have grazed my little cunny and carried its scent.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Uncle Bob is my favorite Uncle. He always treats me like a princess, and we share some fun secrets. He tells me all the time how he likes to be with me the first time I try something new. He was with me when I first saw a boy’s private parts (cus it was his, hehe), and he was with me the first time a boy touched my panties (cus it was him, hehe).
Today, when he came over, he teased me by saying we were going to do the biggest, bestest, first time thing ever. He was going to show me how to do what the big people call fucking!
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
My nemesis is the Headmaster at the boarding school my parents sent me to. He’s on a mission to reform me into a polite young lady who adds value to society, but I just want to be bad. I guess he didn’t appreciate the gift I got him as a thank-you for letting me in. I hired a mariachi band to follow the Headmaster around for my first day, and it wasn’t more than a few hours after they arrived that he found me.
He burst through the door of my second period, band in tow, and pulled me out of class. He marched me down the hall and made me dismiss the band so they wouldn’t have to witness my punishment.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 EXT 357
Some girls are SHY and don’t like the idea of being WATCHED. I want you to watch me, want you to pull out your cell phone, and video me while we PLAY. I hope you’ll watch it later when I’m not around and STROKE your COCK to the memory of how I felt and looked serving your dick.
Those nights when your wife has finally stopped talking to you and you said you would be to bed soon, but instead, you pull up my video and recall filming me. It was so sexy, and it’s even sexier, knowing it keeps making you hard when she can’t.
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•CANDICE 1-844-332-2639, extension 233•
I miss the days of being a dirty teen and getting crazy. Having fun in a bunch of crazy places and fucking anywhere. I have so many dirty stories I can share with you my lovely men. Let me talk about one of the ones I think back on often. This happened a long time ago, right around the time I started having sex, which was really young. I was a teenager, eager for dick and love and I did anything to get it. That’s right, anything, including fucking my science teacher. Mr. Morgan was the hottest teacher in school and I got him all to myself. Continue reading “Parking lot pleasure”
Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A cold shiver shifted along my spine as I squatted in the large open shower. Emmi had left the shower head on in a steamy trickle; the splattering sound around my feet echoed the need building inside me. She’d shackled me naked against the cold tile and told me I’d have to go sooner or later.
I balanced on the balls of my feet with my knees open. Anytime I tried to close them, Emmi would get up off her perch and slap my legs till they opened again. Then she would pour another bottle of water into my mouth. How many had she forced me to drink already? Four, maybe five. She held her phone in her hand, talking to the viewers who were live streaming my humiliation. “Everyone who bet two hours is out; little Miss holds it just tipped over her second hour since being restrained.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
The girls are pulling their hair into ponies or stretching on mats. I can see tight asses and deep cleavage as I strut out into the gym. My first practice as a new lesbian, and I’m so turned on by the eye candy. These girls count on me as their leader. I can’t be lusting over them, but also, I can’t think straight. Not easy being a lesbian cheer captain.
Tara asks if I’m ok, and I look at her mouth. Such a big bubbly smile; it would feel incredible if I rode her face. “I heard about you and Brad.” I nod and mumble. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m just getting a cold or something.” She backs up and says
Cindy (844-332-2639) ext 435
Today, I will trick you into breeding my little kitty. As soon as we enter the house, we start making out like crazy. I love how passionate you and I are, daddy. Ever since the divorce, it has just been me and I. And we started having fun with each other months ago. So being unable to keep our hands off each other is nothing new. We kiss, and your hands run all over my young, naked petite body. I can feel your hard cock poking at me. It would be best to release all that yummy daddy’s milk building up inside you. First, you position yourself over my sweet tight body. I was followed by dry-humping me as you whispered how pretty I am. Now I know how badly you want to put your daddy’s dick inside my tight kitty.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
This family I babysit for has the cutest boy and girl. They really are a handful, so I asked the parents if I could invite my boyfriend over to help me keep them in line. Of course, the exhausted mother couldn’t agree with me more that her rowdy pair needed extra eyes, so she said it would be fine.
She has so much trust in me after—so much misplaced trust. The truth is my boyfriend gets really turned on by things he shouldn’t, and I was really looking forward to him joining us for bathtime. He was nervous, as you can imagine. But he seemed to be getting comfortable by the time dinner was wrapping up. So I asked him to run the water in the bathtub and that I would bring them up soon. Continue reading “Bathtub Hand Job”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Some nights my family starts out watching TV together. Then, slowly, one by one, each of us leaves, depending on who controls the TV. Tonight it was my turn to be in charge of what we watched, and I had picked a spooky thriller for us to binge. Mom hates creepy stuff, so she was the first to leave. The lights were off, and soon the sun was down; it was so dark when my brother left the living room that I thought Daddy had gone upstairs with him.
There was a hot scene on the TV, and because I thought I was alone, I let my fingers wander down to my pussy. At first, I was just petting the soft bits of pubic hair. Then I rubbed lower to play with my lips, and soon my fingers dipped into my cunt as I moaned softly. Finally, a throat cleared from the other couch, and I snapped my thighs shut as my Daddy stood up and said goodnight. Continue reading “I Thought I Was Alone”