Sexy Babysitter

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

As most of you hot dads know, I’ve always loved being a sexy babysitter. Especially if the dad is fuckable. But a few weekends ago, instead of riding a hot dad I had a really scary experience while babysitting one night. I figured that since it’s almost Halloween I would tell you about the scary, yet sexy, night.

It was one of those spooky nights where you just feel on edge and keep looking behind you to see if anyone’s there. The wind howled through the trees as I sat nervously on their couch, trying to distract myself with a book. I was babysitting at this place for the first time and the old house seemed to have a life of its own. I normally wouldn’t venture to this side of my town but the dad was so fucking hot I made an exception. Sometimes a sexy babysitter like me needs to bend my own rules to get good cock.
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Mikey Misses The Mark

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Mikey and I met on X. If you follow me there, you know my content is mixed. I can’t help that I’m a sensual switch. Being Daddy’s little slut suits me one day, and acting like Mistress Mommy feels better the next. So I never know which of my content a boy really enjoys until he expresses what he wants. When Mikey slid into my DMs, I checked out his profile, and there was nothing to see.

He said he was a tall Daddy with a big cock. Obviously, I was sold. It doesn’t take more than that to turn my head! He even sent me a few hard cock outline photos that made my pussy drip. I wanted to serve him like a good girl, but he kept coming up with some excuse why we couldn’t meet. His holding me at arm’s length was only making my pussy more desperate for his cock. “Please, just one night!” I begged and he reluctantly agreed to let us meet. It was so strange because he started asking all kinds of questions about how I felt about small penises and diaper boys. I just laughed it off and demanded he let me be a good little slut for his big, thick shaft!

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spooky abdl blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Leo was a gentle giant, and seeing him in his Halloween costume always brought a fond smile to my face. “All ready, my little T-Rex?” I cooed, adjusting the scales on his neck. He rumbled, a sound that was more purr than roar, and nodded. Decked out in my own witch costume and looking a bit more gothic than glittery, I grabbed his oversized candy bucket.

Our first few houses were normal enough. Leo showed off his stomping gait, polite “trick-or-treats,” and handfuls of candy. But, as we ventured further into the older part of town, the houses became more isolated and the decorations became more…well, authentic. Cobwebs hung thick and real from unkept bushes, and the air grew colder with each step.

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Dirty

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna came upstairs to her garden only to catch her dirty nephew leaning over it and relieving himself. She was furious, she began chasing him to spank him, but on her way over, she tripped on a bucket, which he had previously filled with more stinky surprises. Anna came falling down, scraping her knee and ripping her silk stocking. She let out a yelp and swore, for she was in so much pain.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext.463

I do love a good anal fuck, but you didn’t think I was able to take a rock-hard cock from the start, did you? Of course, I had to start with a nice flexible pair of anal beads. There are some anal trainers, but I decided on a few pairs of beads to stretch my ass nice and wide.

I started by laying down on my back in front of a full-length mirror. I had my legs up in the air and behind my head (you have to be REALLY flexible for this). I grabbed my smallest pair of beads which were bright pink, and I grabbed my lube in my other hand.

I made sure to lube up the beads a lot, and then I lubed up my asshole too. I needed to really prepare myself properly. I put the beads right up at my asshole and gently pushed the smallest bead in. I heard and felt the POP and knew right then that my ass swallowed that bead.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

I found the perfect house that I just had to have for myself.  Last month, I found myself in the market to buy a new house.  The realtor showed me several houses that would fit my needs.  But then, she showed me the most beautiful house that met all of my requirements and needs.  I told her I needed to sit on my decision for a day to make sure it was definitely what I wanted.  When I called her the next day, she informed me that someone else had made an offer on the house I wanted.  I couldn’t have that!  There had to be something I could do to change the seller’s mind and sell me the house instead.  When I went to talk to him, I knew that a kissing seduction would work on the man who stood in front of me.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I call him Mr. Mysterious. He always remains anonymous. I don’t know his name, where he’s from, or anything else about him. He uses an unregistered gift card. So he doesn’t have to give me any personal information. But I can always recognize his distinctive voice. It’s so deep and so sexy. Just the sound of it makes me all tingly and wet. When he says my name, my heart skips a beat. It turns me on so much. He’s older and dominant. I feel so young, naïve, and submissive with him. He makes me feel so special and so protected. I love it when he tells me what to do and uses my body for his own gratification and pleasure.

We love roleplaying. It’s always some type of age play, family fun, forced, domination, or bdsm. He has a very vivid and extreme imagination. And he always has very detailed and creative roleplay ideas. The roleplays always include mutual masturbation. He loves to make me cum, and he loves to hear me cum. Of course I love making him cum and hearing him cum just as much, or maybe even more.

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succubus

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My Succubus costume was cheap red vinyl and was slutty enough that I felt the wind lift the hem with every step. I’d spent an hour applying black as night liquid eyeliner and slicking on the perfect shade of red lip gloss that tasted like artificial cherry and bad decisions. I wanted every eye on me. The kind of attention that made lesser girls blush, the kind that promised chaos.

I moved through the crush of masked students like I owned the ground, thriving on the whistles and the lingering stares. Every glance felt like a currency, and I was rolling in it. That’s when I saw him. He was standing alone, leaning against the wrought-iron fence of an old, unused cemetery that bordered the sidewalk—a classic mistake, I realized later.

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Step-Son Needed A Hand

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My poor step-son has really had a go of it lately. First, his girlfriend broke up with him, and then a few days later, he got into a dirt bike accident that broke both his arms! He’s been so miserable and unable to do anything! Recovering has been hard on all of us. His dad normally bathes him and sits with him during the day while I’m at work, but a big out-of-town meeting came up, and I was tasked not only with keeping him company but also with keeping his spirits up.

I was sitting beside his bed on the third day we’d been by ourselves when I noticed him squirming. “Are your pillows in need of adjusting, baby?” I asked, standing to come by his side and help him with anything he may need. He looked up at me with the oddest expression.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

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My Little Eugene

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I love it when my little Eugene calls me. At first, I rarely recognize his voice during billing. It comes off so masculine and in control. But as soon as I confirm that we are ready to play, he gives himself away. That firm, in-control tone weakens to a whine as he murmurs, “Oh, Valerie.” And it all comes rushing back to me. “Why are you doing this to me?”

This isn’t a man calling to use my sexy, teen body for his pleasure. No, no. not. Not my little Eugene.

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