844-33-CANDY(844-332-2639)ext. 450
Have you ever wanted something so bad that you felt that you would explode? That’s how I’ve been feeling lately! I’ve been looking for a DADDY for a while now, and still haven’t found him. I learned a while ago that the strictly vanilla life isn’t for me. I need a more dominant man who is not afraid to push me to my limits while also caring for me. Don’t get me wrong! Punishments ( funishments ) can be fun. I love both parts!
New year, same sexy lady! Still on the prowl for new and used cock! I would put an advertisement for what I am looking for, but my acceptable cocks list is too broad! Small, stupid-looking things. Monstrous, eye-watering throbbing ones. And the people those cocks would be attached to? Even more broad. Little sissies who want to suck BBC, or guys who have the BBC. Too many guys, too little time. So, anyone with a cock or sissy cunt is someone that I would be interested in. Putting up an advertisement asking for a coffee table is much simpler than one for goons.
Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410
Partying on New Year’s Eve is like the best excuse to get sloppy! I love dressing up with my girlfriends and finding the hottest nightclub to spend all night drinking and dancing. Then, my favorite moment! Just before the ball drops, and everyone starts counting down from ten.
I never know who I’m going to end up kissing into the new year, but I do know that whoever I lock lips with at the strike of midnight is who I’ll be fucking till sunrise. Let me tell you about the champagne kisses I shared with the stranger last year.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Where I live in Georgia, it never snows. It sometimes gets a little frosty in the mornings, but just a way down the road, there’s a popular mountain where we pretty peaches can get our winter fun on. Daddy drove me up there, and it took longer than we expected. By the time we got settled into our cabin, poor old Daddy was too tired to play with me.
I had so much energy from just sitting in the passenger seat all day; I had to get outside and play in the snow! So after bundling up in my snow gear, which wasn’t much, I skipped outside into the darkness of the forest. The cabin lights were bright enough for me to see what I was doing as I rolled snow into three different-sized balls. Hefting one on top of the other, I soon had myself a snowman!
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Santa bought me a new Lush, all pink and shiny. He said it was for him; no one else was allowed to control me. I tried to be his good little Ho, but the truth is, even Santa knows I’m a naughty fucking Ho. There on his lap, with the Lush deep inside me, Krampus took over via his cell phone behind me!
The buzz was so soft Santa couldn’t hear, but the stain on my cheeks was sure to alert him. I sat up straight and looked all around. Was Krampus looking to tease or aiming to please?
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Not long after my home had been broken into, I started fucking Daniel, the masked man.
Given that, Daniel broke into my home and forced his way into my pussy. He started showering me with the most luxurious gifts, dates, and trips. Not to mention, he gave me his big cock if I was a good girl.
Just as before, when Daniel left my house. A gift and a note would be left.
This time, the gift was an oversized white box, wrapped in exquisite gold and silver paper. On top was a large red bow. The card’s envelope, also red, had a gold monogrammed “D” wax seal.
The note read as follows, “Get ready sexy. Tonight, you’re getting the most luxurious winter fuck you’ve always wanted. Be ready for the helicopter at 6:00 pm sharp”. Inside the box, is an amazing Bottega Veneta beige minx fur coat. In addition, there was a Cartier diamond necklace, bracelet, and earrings.
I knew I needed to be ready quickly. Continue reading “Jemma’s Igloo Fuck”
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
I’m seeking a man with plenty of disposable income. Not someone who lives comfortably and can afford to splurge on an appetizer, now and then. This cyber sugar baby deserves a filthy rich man with a bulging wallet.
It’s understood that you can’t trust anyone when you’re wealthy. I know you’re constantly questioning whether or not people are in your life because they enjoy your company or just because of your bank account. Daddy, you won’t have to wonder when it comes to me. Our relationship will be strictly transactional, and you’ll love every minute.
Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410
When it comes to gifts and surprises, I can’t get enough! I love the anticipation of ripping into a wrapped package and discovering what’s inside. Will it be something I’ve been wanting or something I simply didn’t know I needed?
In fact, I get like really sad on Christmas morning when I’ve torn through all my presents, and there is nothing left. I’d do almost ANYTHING got just one more gift to stave off that feeling.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419 – XXOO Anna 1-844-332-2639 ext 203
Adult Baby Phone Sex
I walked into the living room for the second time of the morning, yet to only find Tim still on the sofa. He was in a trance still playing video games only this time with a blanket draped over his lap and a faraway gaze, in his eyes, Tim!!! Tim!! I shouted startling him. I asked you to get ready, we have errands to run. My phone rang as I walked out of the room to take the call. It was my college friend Anna, who was a psychologist. She was also an avid hater of men and was now in the early stages of helping me rid myself of this burden, and giving me total control over Tim and the much-needed happiness I so desired.
Are you going to still meet up with me as we planned at my conditioning center? Yes, I said I am working on getting him moving. Anna told her, to get him up and dressed and give him a little special encouragement to get him on his way. You will soon be taking care of all his needs and deep down all men are just big babies. Nodding and smiling wickedly I hung up and walked back into the room and there was Tim.
Continue reading “Tim is a Problem No More – Welcome Tami – Adult Baby Phone Sex”
Ronnie 844-332-2639 Ext 443
Does anyone just make love anymore? I’ll be honest: when I started working here, I thought I’d be learning how a man handles a woman. Maybe old movies like “The Notebook” and “Pretty Woman” had me thinking that a man would love to undress me and slowly discover every inch of my body.
All my fantasies start with kissing and caressing. Gently! I long to know what it feels like when a man covers my neck in kisses, and I can feel him breathing in my ear, but it seems all y’all wanna do is wear my panties or have me laugh at your little dick.