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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Last night, my boyfriend and I were cuddled up on the couch watching one of our shows. We disconnect from work and make it our special time together. His fingers were trailing my skin; you know how boys do. Then, he started to work himself up. I could feel his cock stiffening under my ass. I was sexting my bull as we watched, but I had my screen dimmed enough that he couldn’t read the dirty words over my shoulder.

Between his fingers teasing my soft skin and my bull’s dirty words tempting my brain, I couldn’t stop squirming. My boyfriend’s cock was getting pressed up tight between my ass cheeks as I wiggled against him, and he was trying to kiss my neck. I knew he thought he would get some pussy, but I just giggled and told him to relax. There was no way I’d be fucking him because cucking him tastes so sweet.

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Red Light, Green Light

                 Jemma 1844-332-2639 Ext 303 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Two-girl calls are among my favorite ways to shake up a boring workday. Recently, I got to dabble into a game you may have played a time or two, but I promise you haven’t played it the way Jemma and I do. We lured a helpless gooner into playing with us. You know how Gooners are. Once they start stroking their cock, they will do anything you tell them to.

Our mindless stroker was a good one. He has a big, beautiful cock we couldn’t wait to edge! Jemma played the green light; he couldn’t stroke his cock unless she said, “Green.” And I was the red light. This means that once Jemma said Green, he could not stop stroking until I said red.

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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

A little sissy bitch called and asked for hot wax play. I was thrilled to be his personal guide to the delicious pain and pleasure of dripping burning wax over his otherwise useless clit. You’ve read about this sissyslut before, so you can already imagine that he was whimpering when I asked if a candle was already burning.

The fool had a votive candle lit, clearly not knowing that a taper candle is the preferred tool for this type of play. The problem with a votive option is the wax puddles around the wick as it melts. Pools of melted wax are MUCH hotter than drops that dribble from the tip of a tapper.

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Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

Is there anything that feels better than a scalding hot shower? The kind that steams up the bathroom and makes your breath heavy. It just makes everything better! Had a hard day? Cold beer in a hot shower. Need a quiet space to reset? All alone in a hot shower. Headache or sore muscles? Hot shower will help release them. Tired? Take a hot shower. Sexually pent up? Meet me in the shower.

I fucking love shower sex. The heat and the steam set the mood perfectly. I turn that water up so hot it makes my skin red. I’ll stand with my back to the shower and get singed while staring at your sexy naked body step into the small heated space. I throw my hands around your neck and pull you in slowly. Biting your lip, then I reach down and start stroking your cock, my hand already full of soap.

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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

It is an average end of the work day. I close up my laptop, grab my things that I don’t intend to leave at the office, and head out the door. On the way out, I double-check the lock and head down the street. It’s only a few blocks to home, and it has been unreasonably mild outside for a mid-December week, so I decide to walk home.

On the way, I get a need for some sausages for dinner and make a decision to swing by the butchers, which is just a couple blocks out of the way. As I go to enter, my nose is buried in my phone, the door doesn’t open, and I slam my forehead into the glass. Looking up as I curse, I see the butcher trying to close up shop, shouting something and waving his arms around.

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Thick Thighs Save Lives

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

Thick thighs don’t actually save lives. Between them, men find heaven, and you’d do anything to get between mine. These soft, chunky, thick thighs wrapped around your head, muffling the sounds of my moans as they cover your ears. You can’t even look up at me as your tongue digs deep between my folds, and your hands rub at the back of my thighs.

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Thanksgiving Sploshing For Cash

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

Everyone knows big girls like food, but I didn’t expect to get paid for Thanksgiving sploshing at the old folks home! Every year, I volunteer to hang out with the old people whose families are too busy for them. The nursing home is overwhelmed, and being there to hand out Thanksgiving dinner plates or even help feed some of them makes a big difference. The nurses warned me that Old Mister Jensen was a bit of a perv, but I’m used to that.

I carried his tray into his room and gave him a warm greeting. “Mmm, you a big bitch,” He licked at his toothless gums while eyeing me up and down. Continue reading “Thanksgiving Sploshing For Cash” →

Couples Therapy

Transgender Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I hear it more often than you can imagine. A happy couple is torn apart by their sex life or lack thereof. Typically how it goes is the husband is a little dicked nymph who wants it all the time but doesn’t know how or care to please his wife. She’s tired of being humped on or putting in the effort for little to no satisfaction in return.

They claim they love each other and don’t want to break up for one reason or another, but they have grown to resent each other for their bedroom needs. For them, it feels impossible to come to an agreement or a middle ground that pleases both. Alexus’s couples therapy is that middle ground.

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Christmas Tree Carfuffle

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Okay, so it’s not December yet, but I wanted to put up my Christmas tree! I just think a good, well-decorated Christmas tree helps the Thanksgiving esthetic, ya know? But I am so tired of fake trees or the ones you buy from the fire station that are already dried out and basically a pile of pine needles on your floor. I wanted a healthy, hand-picked Christmas tree.

And I live close enough to the woods that there literally was nothing stopping me from going out and chopping down my own tree! I’m an independent woman who is so capable of something like that. So I put on my knee-high boots, the ones without heels, a flannel over shirt, cus it felt right, and off I went. Axe in hand, I was gonna get myself my own damn tree.

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Bad Bitch Belle's Christmas Wish List

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

It’s the middle of November, and I’m ready to start sending out my fucking Christmas wish list. I’m an expensive fucking habit, and all you addicted losers better spoil me like I deserve! I’m not a modest girl who settles for holiday wishes or season greetings. No. I want gifts!

Expensive fucking gifts! Perfumes and designer handbags. I want shoes, lots of them. The same pair in every color of the rainbow, and I want spa gift certificates because, hello, I fucking deserve to be pampered!

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