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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s a man I’ve never met. An anonymous figure with a number for a name. paypig‑247. He found me through a thread of desperation and desire. A place where the lonely and the willing collide. He sends me a DM and offers his payment info immediately. I process it and click “reply.”

“Money is the first offering. Show me you understand your place.” A few moments later, I see a notification on my screen. He extends our session by another hour. I feel a slight tremor of satisfaction. A dark delight that comes not from the cash itself but from the submission it represents. He probably watches a flickering TV, waiting for his next command. He thinks he’s safe behind a screen, but I can feel how nervous he is.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Welcome lovelies. This is going to be a bit different than usual. I have a few new ideas on how to run my week that I would love to share with you all. I have a few specialties, but as you can probably tell, I’m trying to learn more and branch out. So, this is going to be an experiment of sorts.

I’m going to start specializing in a different niche each day of the week, but of course, I’m open and will do whatever you want. But this is how I’d like to try things.

Dominatrix Wednesday – Let me control your every whim and don’t forget, you can’t cum without my permission, and if you do, you’ll get a punishment worse than what your imagination can think of.

Slutty Sissy Thirsty Thursday – Where are all my girly sissies at? Ready to get dressed up and feel sexy and then get plowed by my strap-on? You know where to find me.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

“I love your cute little feet, Rachel.” He whispered through a perverted grin as his eyes fixed on my toes in my little sandals. The door swoops open from behind him and there stands Mrs. Sterling in a flowing caftan. She quickly invites me in. Brent clears his throat and tries to regain composure. They had invited me over for dinner just to show their appreciation. Celeste (as she insists I call her) told me that the kids love me so much that they are always asking when I’m going to babysit again. And they said that they never want another babysitter. I thought that was so cute. And so sweet of them to invite me over. But as I stood in the foyer removing my shoes, Brent couldn’t stop staring at my feet. I was sure that Celeste was going to notice. But she seemed completely oblivious. Then when Brent told me to sit next to him, I thought for sure she would be suspicious. But she just kept on talking, in her own little world. And she pretty much continued to blab on and on during the entire dinner. Meanwhile, Brent was getting pretty handsy under the table.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I had just woken up beside my sweet ABDL Valentine, David. He was already awake. “Mama, Mama, I had a dream!” David exclaimed, as his eyes sparkled with excitement. He was wearing his favorite blue onesie and a snug pampers.

“What was your dream about, baby?” I asked, pulling him closer for a cuddle. “I dreamed that you played with me and made me make cummies in my diaper!” he said. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment almost as soon as he said the words out loud. Still, I could see a hint of hopefulness in his eyes.

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Finger Your Boy Pussy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639

“Oh my God!” Michael yelled. “I can’t believe you have me fingering my pussy!” I laughed at the astonishment in his voice. It was our first call, and I don’t know what he expected to happen, but when he told me he read my profile and thought it sounded sexy. I knew exactly how this would end.

Michael was face down ass up in his wife’s panties and heels with his fingers stretching out that hungry hole for me. His panties were drenched with precum, and his lips smeared with her lipstick. For someone who wanted to be a sissy girl, I’d say he was well on his way now.

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Mary the MILF Milker

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 Volunteering at the library on campus has become my favorite obsession. Milking the fact that I had become all the student’s favorite volunteer. They loved having someone with experience available to them, ready and willing to teach them anything they needed to learn. I was even popular among the girls as well. In fact, I have 2 regulars that cum visit me frequently. They were a little curious about being lesbians because they came from such strict families and needed some private guidance on how to please one another. I booked a private study room on the 5th floor of the library tucked away in the corner. The fifth floor was rarely accessed by students, as it primarily consisted of older books and archived materials. We mostly used the fifth floor for storage as well. We walked in, and I locked the door. The lighting was already dim, so I told the girls to undress, and they obliged. I instructed them on how to touch one another, sensually, intimately. They had been practicing with me for weeks and wanted to show me what they had learned.

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The Hooker You Called Has a Cock

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Tommy is a filthy addict. When he falls off the wagon, he falls hard, and his bender can last for days. On the third night of steady usage, he got the idea to call up a hooker. He was tired of beating his dick all by himself and wanted to sink it into a nice, tight, willing hole.

Only he was too fucked up when dialing the company that he gave them the wrong name. The site overs a Lexi, who is a sexy little brunette with a bald pussy and an Alexus… Me. A tall, big assed TS with a six and a half inch cock. Tommy called for the hooker with a cock.

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Posted 5 days ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My obsession with sailors and “sea men” began, as all great historical follies do, with a documentary about the Age of Exploration. I found myself utterly mesmerized not by the intrepid captains or the promise of new worlds, but by the burly, salt-crusted men swabbing decks in the background.

There was something about the coiled energy in their forearms and the way their necks met the rough wool of their pea coats. As I’ve always believed, a man who can tie a bowline knot under pressure is a man who could, you know, do a lot of “other” things with equal, competent grace.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, tell me about your day.” Is what I hear every evening as he hands me a drink. He grazes my cheek with his hand and leans in for a kiss as it rests under my chin. I begin to tell him as his hand finds it’s way to my shoulder. He hooks a finger in my spaghetti strap and pulls it down, releasing my tit. Leaning down to tease my nipple with his tongue as he slides a hand up my inner thigh to find my wet and waiting pussy. Mmmmm… I moan as I tell him about watching a huge cock cum for me on cam. I tell him how much it turned me on to watch him fuck himself with his finger and squirt so hard, so much. Then I tell him how he licked it all up for me. By this time he’s sucking on my clit and can’t get his tongue in my pussy or ass far enough. His cock is rock hard as he listens to how I got other men off all day.

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Dumb Bitch Of A Boyfriend

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Aaron was supposed to be home hours ago. He had promised to take me to a special Valentine’s Day dinner, and instead I am sitting on the couch, all dressed up and alone. I keep checking my watch and my phone. No text, no call, just radio silence from my dumb bitch of a boyfriend.

As I’m stewing, a thunderously obnoxious noise rattles my windows as a lifted truck comes barreling up the road. I can only imagine how small that dudes penis is. It’s so loud I have to press my hands to my ears till the engine shuts off. Only, It sounded like it shut off in front of my house. I stand up to look out the window, and sure enough. Fucking Aaron is jumping out of the shiny, new, expensive-looking truck.

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