jailbait

(844-332-2639) ext 398

First thing in the morning, Daddy wakes up with a hard cock. Good thing he has little princess to help. He tells my mom he’s waking me up for school, but he has something way more naughty in mind. He tip toes through the halls and peeks through the door to make sure I’m still sleeping. Little does he know, I’ve always just been playing pretend. I kick off my covers and make sure I’m laying in the perfect position for him in just my panties. Then, I wait for him to come into the room and close the door behind him.

 

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Tonight I’ll be the masterpiece in your mind!

I’ve always wanted to be the centerpiece during an art class. I found the right class on the right night. I’m going to be turned into a Goddess on the outward, which we already know I am on the inside. When I arrived at the class, I went inside and was guided to the pedestal. Standing sounds gruesome though, so I requested to lay down on my side in a very suggestive pose, and that request was granted.

I got down in my position and here’s where the fun begins. They requested that I strip nude because they were going to cover me in gold. Two big men walked up to me with huge buckets of gold paint and proceeded to dump them ALL over my body. The paint landed on me and then slowly dripped down every inch of my body until I was covered from head to toe.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Let me tell you about my caramel cream pie lover. He loved filling me with his load. The night we met, I could feel his eyes drinking in every inch of my hot, young, caramel-toned body. My movements were slow and deliberate as I strutted from the bar past him to an empty table near the corner of the crowded club.  The lights were dim, and the music was blaring sensual tunes that stirred the imagination.  My long-toned legs crossed as I made myself comfortable, rocking softly as the tall, handsome stranger grew nearer. His voice was low and deep as he leaned down to speak, “Is this seat taken?”
He pointed to the empty chair beside me.  I flashed a flirty smile as I extended my hand towards the chair, “It is now. Join me.” He sat and introduced himself, maintaining eye contact while giving me a brief rundown of his name, age, and dating status.  I returned my information, and he grew even more intrigued. “What is a hot, young, sexy girl like you doing single?” he chuckled in disbelief. “Maybe I have more fun this way.” I teased, twirling the tiny straw around in my half-empty drink slowly before bringing it to my lips, sucking away the liquid, giving him a show.

 

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

When I first met Alex, I watched him scroll through my Instagram. He liked every photo, every story, and every caption that hinted at an unspoken command. And then, he sent me a message. “I want to serve you, Stella. I’ll do anything.”

I waited a few hours, then replied. “Send me the amount you can’t afford to lose.” He stared at his phone, with his thumb hovering above the keyboard. I could feel his hesitation. He finally hit send and the notification chimed in my email inbox. I glanced at the confirmation, smiling. It wasn’t about the money, it was about the surrender.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have a reputation for turning ordinary holidays into theatrical catastrophes. St. Patrick’s Day was no exception. The idea sprang from a brainstorming session with my best friend, Tayla, who declared, “You should do a striptease, Amber! Call it the Shamrock Shake!” I laughed, I blushed, and then I Googled “how to make a striptease sound Irish.” The results were…well…unhelpful, which only made the plan more appealing.

The venue was O’Malley’s, a dive bar that smelled like fried onions, stale pretzels, and optimism. The owners, two Irish twins with beards that could double as mop heads, had a St. Pat’s special. A free “Irish coffee” for anyone who could “out‑shine the leprechauns.” Tayla, ever the opportunist, whispered that the bar was desperate for a headline act that night. The twins thankfully agreed to let me headline.

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Roxxxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

My girlfriends and I always go out to celebrate daylight savings time. We love the extra energy that the sunlight provides to the nightlife. The gentleman’s club also gets busier and rowdier. This time of year just makes people hornier. It’s natural, it’s mating season. The warmer weather also allows us to wear our skimpiest little outfits. Which we obviously love since teasing the boys and getting them hard and drooling is our favorite thing to do. All of the clubs offer us free drinks because they know having sexy girls in their club will bring in more men. So between the clubs and the guys, we drink and eat all night and never have to spend a dime. We even get free uber rides because we sit in the back seat, flash the driver, and make out for him to watch in his rear view mirror. Sometimes they even tip us, lol. It’s so empowering to be able to get pretty much whatever we want, and control men, just because we have pussies. Of course there are dangers as well. We have had stuff slipped into our drinks more times than I can count.

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Threesome with My Son

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

“Trey!” I hollered over my shoulder as I rode the faggot pipe under me. He was denying what he was, but I felt his cock twitch inside of me at the sound of my boy’s name. We’d bumped into him in the hall on the way up the stairs to fuck, and I saw all I needed to see. This boy was craving big black cock, and I knew someone who could deliver.

“Yeah, Ma?” Trey’s deep voice entered the room from behind me. I kept bouncing, letting my boy see my massive titties wobble.

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Foot Fetish

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I find myself walking around in full lust mode lately. It’s probably the moon or the fact that Spring is almost here. But every single man I encounter becomes a potential fantasy for me, especially a foot fetish fantasy.

Since it’s getting warmer I was out sandal shopping and what sort of creature should stumble onto my path? A gorgeous shoo-in for Prince Charming working at the shoe store. What could be more perfect than to have a sexy man like him putting new spring sandals on my feet? He took extra care. More than normal. He was savouring my feet. Loving them. Caressing them. So I knew instantly this handsome man had a serious foot fetish.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have this friend; let’s call him Ralph. He’s a very needy man who often has me rolling my eyes at his desperate requests for attention. However he is great at eating my pussy, so I often just give in. Typically after he’s made me cum a few times with his skillful tongue, I let him climb between my legs, acting as if he can actually get me off that way. I can’t feel him, and he thinks humping me like a jackrabbit is going to make things better. I’ll let him cum inside me just so I can watch him clean up the mess. But not today. Today, I was feeling a bit bratty myself and denied him his own orgasm. That’s right, the sweet cum slut Danika Denied an Orgasm.

I could hear his breath hitching as he yanked at his protruding member, that resembled a thumb more than a cock. His hand seemed big and clumsy, and he protested when I told him he would be Denied an Orgasm tonight. Gently asking him why he deserved to come made him scramble to answer, the look of humiliation at the question coloring his face, making me smile. Continue reading “Danika Denies an Orgasm” →

Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

Some connections begin quietly. A simple conversation, an easy laugh, a moment where the world slows down just enough for two people to notice each other. I love those beginnings—the gentle build of chemistry before either of us even says it out loud to each other.

There’s something deeply sensual about that type of attention. The kind where someone listens just a little too closely, where the conversation drifts between playful teasing and soft compliments. Continue reading “Soft Power: Where Sweetness Turns Sensual” →