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Loud-Casa Hypno-Quickies: Quadrupling the Fun
*The sun shone down brightly over Great Lakes City. On this particular day, the heat was so intense that most people decided to spend the day at the local water park. Among those people were Ronnie Anne Santiago, her older cousin Carlota Casagrande, her best friend Sid Chang, and Sid’s little sister Adelaide. Clad in their respective swimsuits with flip-flops on their feet (along with Adelaide sporting a sunhat on her head), the four girls are presently strolling around the park in search of an activity to kick off their day.* Sid: Man, I love this place. What do you guys want to do first? Ronnie Anne: Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m going to look for the high-dive and perform the mother of all cannonballs. Carlota: I’m probably going to take it easy and try to get a tan. Maybe take a little snooze too, if I feel like it. Ronnie Anne: Why doesn't that surprise me in the slightest? *Chuckles, then turns back to her friend.* What about you, Sid? Got anything
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Morrisey and Winters: The Black Rose Club, Part 1
Thwack!.... “Mpppphrrrrgg!" The sharply delivered spank was the hardest thus far and thus far there had been a lot. It was stinging enough to force April up onto tip-toes and her toes to scrunch down into the deep, soft shag carpet below. Long gone was any kind of her usual casual state of dress, in a quite literal sense, her curvaceous features within the red lingerie and stockings on show for all in the room, accentuated further by her current predicament. Her body was bent forwards over a spanking horse, wrists bound together and further *to* the horse, forcing her to take a bent over position. Her restraints were simple, completed by a red rubber ball, large enough to fill her mouth, bare her teeth and puff out her cheeks… had they not been cleaved tightly by the leather straps holding the gag in place. It was said gag that was muffling her cries and as the pain from the latest swat to her shapely butt resided she stole herself to take in the room again, to distract herself.
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Farting For Profit
The following includes F/M, pain, and prostitution. The man sitting in the BMW was a complete mystery to me. I didn't know who or what he might be—and I found that incredibly exciting. His name was Greyson Vail, but that could just be an alias. No one on these fart fetish matching apps use their own name. He had paid for me to fart on him. It was a rather odd occupation, one as an eproctophiliac sex worker, but it wasn't unheard of. In fact, most of my clients were men like him: straight guys into farts. They were called "flatulist" by some people because they liked having women fart on them. My job involved meeting up with them at a prearranged place where we would have dinner together before going somewhere more private to make out and fool around (if you can call being pinned down against a couch while getting your face covered in ass gas fooling around). The flatulists usually wanted me to do all sorts of things related to fart fetishism; fart noises, smells, and even anal play
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Very Nice