Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

A friend that I grew up with was having a birthday party. I didn’t want to miss it. But the problem was that her parents were throwing the party and they recently moved a couple of hours away. Luckily they offered their place to anyone that needed somewhere to stay. So I made the drive on a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. The party started that afternoon and lasted late into the night. Her parents went all out. It was really amazing.Their house was fabulous as well. But I just couldn’t get to sleep that night. So I decided to go down to the kitchen to see if I could find something to help me sleep. But as I walked down the hall I heard voices. They were getting louder as I approached the french doors at the end of the hall. They weren’t fully closed so I could hear the voices loud and clear. It was my friend’s voice. I wondered what she was doing up so late.Then I heard her mom’s voice. She was saying “Suck your Daddy’s dick”. I couldn’t believe my ears. So I peeked through the narrow opening between the two french doors.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s trembling on the cold linoleum floor, with his head bowed and rope coiled around his wrists. His eyes keep darting to the edge of the room where a single candle sputters. He was supposed to be silent, yet he laughed. I warned him, earlier. “Speak when I say.” He chose not to listen.

The candlelight dances across his features, painting them in shades of guilt and anticipation. “Come,” I command. He stands, but his gaze does not meet my eyes. I circle him, as the leather strap in my hand swallows the light. “Listen,” I say, as my fingertips brush the strap’s surface. His head snaps up, and his eyes are wide and pleading. I lay the strap across his chest. “Your mistake was not in the sound you made, but in the thought that you could speak without consequence.”

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Handful

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

So you are looking for a girl you can bring home to your Mom? I’m not her, but you are too stupid to realize that until it’s far too late. I’m more than a handful in more ways than one. Starting with the obvious, does your Mom know how much you love TS cock? I’d bet she doesn’t. Should you bring me home to meet her, I can guarantee to fill her in.

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Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

How many of you boy toys love having sloppy seconds? You know what I’m talking about. Your girlfriend or wife just came home from a girl’s night and tells you all about the guy she had a quickie with, in the bathroom stall. To make it better, she didn’t clean up afterwards; just came racing home to fuck you! As you’re fucking her, you can feel another guy’s squishy, warm, wet cum. And when you cum and leak all over the place, you don’t know if you’re cleaning up your cum, or HIS cum!

Hubby is home for the weekend, and I thought it would be fun to come home and fuck him. We only fuck once or twice a week, when I’m lucky enough. For some couples that’s enough, but for a slut like me, I need daily fucking. Anyways I let him have his way with me and then AFTER he came, I thought it would be even more fun to tell him he just had SLOPPY SECONDS!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I met a man when I was younger, and he was older. A relationship that shouldn’t have happened produced a sweet bundle of joy named Candy. He married me and took care of me. Our life is so joyful and full of laughter. He works really hard, and I try to give him everything he craves. I came home from work one day to find him on the couch. I slid onto his lap and asked how his day had been.

“I’ve been thinking.” He said. My head leaned on his chest as I listened to his words. “All day, I’ve been thinking about the first time I taught you how to take my cock. How scared you were, but you did it because you knew how good it would make me feel.” I smiled up at him, remembering my fear and anxiety as he pulled his big cock free that first time.

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ass fucking

(844)-332-2639 ext 398

Think fast! You’re my ride share driver after a long night out getting clubbing and making myself horny. Would you rather get 5 stars or use 3 holes? My favorite kind of drivers know they can get both. I climb into the backseat of your car in a skin tight dress that already makes your cock excited. It’s so short that it rides up my thighs when I sit. You can see my pretty lace thong peaking between my thighs every time my legs shift a little bit. But of course, you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation until I give you no choice.  Continue reading “Milan’s Naughty Ass Fucking in the Backseat” →

Big Blue Balls

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Let me get a good look at those big blue balls. Wow baby, when’s the last time you came. I know I told you that you couldn’t cum without me, but you have a really bad case of blue balls. It makes sense though because we’ve been going pretty hard with the tease and denial stuff huh. Emphasis on denial haha. Of course it’s all my fault because when we talk you beg me to drain them, but honestly where’s the fun in that?

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Bad boy

Posted 3 days ago by Sawyer

Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

Being daddy’s little slut has always been my favorite, but I found our recently I love role reversal too. I was talking to a little sissy boy on the phone and taking control just put some kind of power over me. I felt so invincible. I loved telling him what and when to do it. My little

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

As a beta male, there is just nothing you can do when he comes for what he wants. That lack of confidence and ability to tolerate confrontation is the reason he has my wrists tied over my head with me seated between his long legs. He stormed into the house and simply said he was going to show you what we’d been doing behind your back.

A small glimmer inside of me hoped you would stand up for our relationship and tell him no. I wanted you to get mad and stake your claim on me. Hoping you would tell him I’m your girl and that he couldn’t have me, but you didn’t.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heat of the midsummer street festival was suffocating, a swirling vortex of neon lights, loud music and a thousand moving bodies. I slipped through dense clumps of strangers, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in my chest. I had a head start, but not a large one. Somewhere in this suffocating press of people, he was looking for me.

My skin was flushed, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made the humid air cling to me like a second skin. Every brush of a shoulder, every accidental bump from the crowd sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight down my spine. It was a dizzying game of hide-and-seek. I darted between a group of laughing tourists and a couple locked in a breathless embrace, using their proximity as a temporary shield.

I stole a glance back over my shoulder. Through a parting in the crowd, our eyes locked. A sharp thrill shot through me. He had spotted me. The predatory smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know about what would happen if those hands caught me.

Panic and desire flared in equal measure, a heady mix that made my knees weak. I bolted…

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