Did You Want To Fill My Ass?

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Sometimes, a girl wants to have her ass filled. I realize it wasn’t the best place to get what I needed, but have you ever been so horny that you can’t think? I was at my apartment complex’s private pool. It was the middle of the day, and I hadn’t seen another person for hours. Assuming everyone was hard at work while I was soaking up the sun’s rays, I thought it would be safe to indulge.

I tuned on my side on the cushy lounger and bent one knee as my hand rubbed my fat ass. I loved how it felt to squeeze and knead my juicy rear end. My fingers dug deeper into my crack. Pulling my cheeks open and jiggling them about. It felt naughty and so hot. I slipped my fingers under my bikini bottom and traced my asshole. Thinking I was alone, I let my finger sink in.

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Big Boobs

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Recently I told you about a baby I have named Jake who’s obsessed with my big boobs. He LOVES breastfeeding and it’s always a big part of our playtime together. But little Jake always wants to stay private with our time together and I felt like it was time for him to show off his cute baby ways to the world.

So I took him to the park for his first ever outing. It was going so well until he fell and hurt himself. Right away I knew he would come running to the comfort of my big boobs, but I was curious if he would actually breastfeed in public with everyone watching him.

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Mom! Look!

Posted 2 days ago by Felicity

Mom! Look!

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“Mom, Mom!” The constant sound of Danny calling my name felt like white noise in my ear. I’d finally sat down on the couch and needed just five minutes to myself to make a phone call. “Mom! Look!” I swiped open the phone’s screen and looked for the number I needed. “Mom!” I couldn’t focus. His voice was so distracting.

“Hold on a minute, baby. Mommy has to make a call.” Danny, however, did not hold on. He ran over to the couch and was waving something around. “Just sit still and be quiet for me, okay?” His jumping about was too much, and my nerve endings felt frayed. He kept calling my name, and finally I snapped and looked up. “WHAT?” Danny had his penis out, and it was very stiff.

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Modeling For Art

Posted 3 days ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The studio was always kept just a few degrees too warm. A concession to the vulnerability of my skin against the open air. The scent of linseed oil and turpentine hung heavy in the air; a heady mix that always sharpened my senses. I stepped onto the dais, the silk robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet in a soft sigh of fabric. Unclothed, every draft felt like a caress across my bare skin.

Across the room, he sat behind his canvas. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the scratching of charcoal ceased. His gaze was intense, a weight that I could feel traveling slowly down the curve of my neck, across the swell of my chest, and down to the arch of my hip. It wasn’t a clinical look; it was a deeply possessive appreciation that made a sudden, treacherous heat bloom beneath my skin.

“Hold that,” He murmured, his voice lower and rougher than usual. “Exactly like that.”

I shifted my weight, arching my back slightly and letting one hand rest against my thigh. The pose was demanding, exposing the long, unbroken lines of my body to his scrutiny. My heart hammered a…

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Nadia 1844-332-2639 ext. 377

I didn’t expect my day to turn out like this. I was on the train I just had a long day at the bank, and I was ready to go home. Before I went to crash, I decided to get a martini from the bar outside of my apartment. Before I stepped into the bar a man taps me on the shoulder. “Hey, you’re so beautiful! I saw you on the train and I had to come and introduce myself “. I was flattered. He was tall, with blonde hair and boyishly good looks. He offered to pay for my drink, and we had a conversation in the bar for 3 hours, I forgot how exhausted I was from doing transactions all day and dealing with the public. After the bar we both were starving so we decided to get Chinese food, and he was such a gentleman. After dinner, we decided to take a stroll in the park on that lovely summer afternoon. The weather was nice and sunny, and the mood was just right. The park had benches so after we walked, we decided to sit down and chat.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My roster of submissive men is long. Most thrive under the weight of my boot. Most find peace in the surrender. But then there is Elias. He’s…a bit of a glitch in my system. He doesn’t want simple obedience, he wants to see how far he can push me. Elias is the type of guy who treats my boundaries like suggestions and my commands like challenges to his own crumbling ego.

Last night, for example, he smirked when I told him to kneel. Just as I was about to correct him, his eyes darted to my face with that infuriating, inquisitive glimmer. He wasn’t looking for release, he was looking for a crack in my composure. Instead, he found the cold, clinical end of my patience.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was such a good girl for the end of school, so daddy told me he’d take me out for a sweet treat. He blindfolded me and put me in his brand-new Jag but wouldn’t tell me where we were going. After a few minutes of driving, we pulled into the parking lot, and he told me I could take off the blindfold. I looked around and right before my eyes was the sign to the local creamery, “Sweet Treats”.

Daddy got out of the car and opened my door for me, then held my hand all the way to the front counter. We picked out our favorite flavors and sat at an outdoor table. I had my legs crossed, but he still commented about how short my skirt was, since it was blowing in the wind at the moment.

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At The Concert

Posted 6 days ago by Molly

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The bass was so loud I could feel it in my ribs long before the headliner walked onstage. Lights swept across the crowd in restless colors while thousands of people pressed shoulder to shoulder, sweaty and buzzing with anticipation. I’d barely found space near the middle when he appeared beside me like he’d always been there.

He was tall and good looking. I smiled at him, leaning in close to be heard over the music. “You’re tall.”

He raised his eyebrow and leaned into me further. “Is that a complaint?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “It’s a good thing!” I touched his arm and leaned to see the stage better. I was trying to be casual, but lingered long enough to let him wonder just how casual the evening could be.

The main act started, guitars and drums thrumming through the arena, and the crowd surged forward. I caught herself against his chest, laughing and watching him through my lashes.

“Dangerous spot,” he said.

“You planning to protect me?” I asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. I kept eye contact for a moment before turning back to the stage, moving in time with the music.

As the…

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

# The Art of Teasing

I think teasing is one of the sexiest parts of attraction. It is not about rushing things. It is about building tension slowly and knowing exactly how to keep someone wanting more. To keep them interested in going further. This is where you lure him in and take a bite!

For me, it starts with touch. Running my hands slowly across someone’s back while they melt into me. Gently massaging tired feet after a long day while we flirt and laugh together. I love those moments where the energy starts soft and playful but slowly becomes impossible to ignore.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friends and I needed a night out to celebrate the end of finals. We felt like we had earned it and deserved it after the study crammed past few weeks. So we got dressed up in our little body hugging, clubbing dresses. You know, the slutty kind that barely cover our asses. We set out to party.

First, we hit all of our regular spots and got tons of free drinks everywhere we went. We were feeling good and we weren’t ready for the partying to end. So we walked down to the other end of the street. We noticed the vibe was more mature and upscale, but we didn’t care. We giggled our way through the massive doors and were met with a quiet, elegant atmosphere. All of the older patrons’ judging eyes were looking us up and down. Suddenly we felt so embarrassed and uncomfortable. We turned to dart back out the door. But I heard my name. I turned around and it was Mr. Peterson, my dad’s friend from church. I couldn’t believe we ended up in his restaurant. And I began to panic because I knew my parents might be there. I couldn’t even look.

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