Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
You need someone to coddle you, and no one is better at making you feel loved and cared for than Kayla Cumsalot. So I’ll take my time to get to know you. I wanna hear your darkest secrets and uncover those hidden fantasies that you are afraid of sharing.
Once I expose them, I’ll slowly tempt you with them until you find yourself bound in your fantasy. Tied up by my words and mesmerized by my eyes. Finally, you’ll forget your fear and give in.
A quick trip to Florida sounded like a nice break. So when a friend I’ve been FUCKING invited me down for the weekend to meet his family, I was excited to go. So Dan and I loaded up just a few bags and hopped in his truck for a road trip. I was looking forward to all the DIRTY HOTEL SEX we’d be having along the way! Not to mention the amount of road head I could get in from Nevada to Florida.
I remembered Lori lives in Florida, and any time I can, I try to meet up with my fellow CANDY GIRLS. After messaging her, she told me to stop by for a few drinks and GIGGLES. Dan wasn’t too thrilled to meet a co-worker of mine before seeing his mom, but I batted my thick lashes and POUTED out my lower lip until he agreed.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
The music from the gym is still heard as I come into the locker room looking for you. My prom dress is pink, short and very sparkly. Sleeveless and my tits are almost spilling free. My hair is up in a princess updo. I start calling your name. I saw you leave to use the bathroom, but you never came back. I call for you again, and instead of you answering me, your bully does.
Jason has been bullying you for as long as we’ve been dating, and it makes my tummy turn when I see him. He’s leaning against a locker in a suit, looking sexy as fuck with a wicked smirk on his face. How can someone so awful be so sexy?
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I asked you to take me out. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. I’d bought a new, sexy dress and wanted to get dolled up so you could show me off. Having a girlfriend who looks like me should be fun and exciting but instead, you make everything feel like a chore. After agreeing to come out with me, you immediately started drinking.
At the bar, you continued. A super sexy gentleman came up to sit by me. He was making small talk with me while you chugged back shot after shot. You didn’t seem to notice the way he was touching my lower back or the way he was eye-fucking me. His voice was deep and he would lean into my ear when the crowd got loud. His breath tickling my ear and soaking my panties.
Some girls are afraid to TALK DIRTY. They get nervous and stumble over words like PUSSY or Penis but not me. I’ve always had a dirty little mouth. My Mommy says I cuss like a sailor, and she hates how unladylike I can be. I can’t help it. I FUCKING love to talk dirty.
Did you know that a person who swears often has been said to be smarter and more creative than someone who doesn’t say those naughty fucking words? It’s true. They aren’t bad so much as sentence enhancers, in my opinion.
My dentist appointment on Tuesday was much easier than I thought it would be, but something the dentist said has really been bothering me. I had this wisdom tooth coming in sideways, and it was making my jaw so tight and uncomfortable, so I knew what had to be done.
It had to be removed. The stupid oral surgeon only works one day, every two weeks, so it felt like forever until I could see him. Finally, when they were able to see me, he looked in my mouth and agreed that the tooth has got to go.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Tonight at 6 pm PST, I’ll be hosting game night! You don’t have to be smart or have a long cock (lucky for you losers, eh?) to win my game. February is the month of LOVE and since y’all spend all day here, I assumed you must be good at purchasing gifts to win your lady’s favor after she’s caught you with your dick in your hand.
I’ll be sharing some gift ideas (You’re welcome) and all you have to do is tell me “What did you do,” that caused you to spend that much $$money$$ on a gift.
I’d been dating this guy for a while now, and he was all that I’d hope for in a guy! Tall, dark, and handsome with a sarcastic sense of humor that just TICKLED my funny bone. A real ladies man, too, with a cheeky smirk.
I’d been staying over at his house a few nights a week and was happy to find one night where I arrived before him. He was always cooking dinner for me, so I wanted to surprise him by RETURNING THE FAVOR, but what I found on his kitchen counter when I got there really threw a wrench in my plans.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A car door shuts somewhere outside. My ears perk up and my head tilts to the side as I listen, “Daddy?” I hop off the couch, skipping down the hall to kneel in the foyer. My head is still turned toward the front door to listen carefully for his heavy footsteps coming up the walkway. An uncontrollable wiggle takes over my rear as I hear the key get pushed into the lock. The tiny clicks of it turning in place make me bounce in place and then the door opens and I squeal!
“Who’s Daddy’s good girl?” He asks chuckling at my giddy expression and how I’m squirming to stay in place on my knees, naked before him with only my thick leather collar around my neck.
Sweet Lovin’ Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2369 ext 357
Normally, I’m the one who sleeps in late. Forcing Daddy to drag me out of bed but this morning that sleepy man wouldn’t budge! I shook his shoulder and WHINED his name, I even licked his face and with a sleepy smile, he shooed me away.
This little girl dislikes being shooed. I had to come up with a plan that would surely get my Daddy out of bed. I sat on the edge of the bed plotting. Like Pooh Bear, I thought, thought, thought and then it HIT ME! Mistletoe! Jumping from the bed, I ran to the hall. Daddy had hung mistletoe last night and I snatched it down from the wall.