that,” I say while air quoting.
“Of course you can. Here, look.” She types something on my phone and shows it to me. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I read what she has typed. Is that really a picture of your cock? Because it’s beautiful. I snatch the phone from her hand and try to undo the message but it’s too late. The message has been sent.
2 Adam
N aughtygirl7 watches all of my videos. Every. Single. One. I can see who’s viewed. Every day I receive notification with the data of the screen names following me. I’ve used this on a number of occasions to target my audience. Naughtygirl7 has never commented, and I find it strange that she does now.
I pull up her profile and find very little to work with. So I do what any overly inquisitive pervert would. I request her information.
Me: A/L/Pic?
I wait for a few minutes before I get a response. A little too long.
30/Lower East/see pic attached
It’s not a full picture, but I’d be concerned if it were. These sites are a breeding ground for some scary fucking people. I may be depraved in a sexual nature, but I am what I claim to be. There’s no hidden agenda, just the promise of the best fuck a girl will ever have.
Albeit virtually.
Yeah, I’m cocky, but I’ve earned that right. With one flick of my finger, I can bring a girl’s pussy to my command. The trouble is I have rules and they always get in the way.
Rule #1. Don’t ever show your face to the Plunge crowd. Why? Everyone has their secrets and I have mine. That means, with the exception of some dirty talk and virtual sex, I’m off limits to these chicks. I never show them my face.
Sad really. These girls are freaks.
I inspect her photo. She isn’t a knockout by any stretch, but she does have a girl next door quality that is hot as fuck. Her brown locks have streaks of caramel running through and her facial features are delicate. I usually go for the overly done-up porn star looking Barbie type, but looking at her innocent face, I start to grow hard.
I need to get laid.
I peruse her untanned exposed neck. Her alabaster skin would pink up real nice. I would be bad for a girl like this, but I don’t give a fuck.
I write back.
Me: Sending an email now . . .
I go to the send message tab which allows you to carry on private conversations with the other members.
Naughtygirl7-
I’m intrigued by your comment. Are you saying you’d like my cock to pound your pussy?
I hit send and wait. I don’t get an immediate response which doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t like waiting. I close out messenger and start getting ready for my next video.
What people don’t understand is that I make bank with these. One video nets about 10k a week. My dick has been sought out by big time adult movie producers, but I’m not interested. My shit doesn’t go anywhere that I don’t have complete control over and, more importantly, I will never show my face.
As I’m grabbing something to eat out of the refrigerator, my computer dings. Naughtygirl7 finally came back to play.
N aughtygirl7 : Sorry I’m out with friends. I got so hot from your message that I had to slip into the bathroom and slide my fingers into my dripping pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.
She’s brazen. I love it.
This is definitely different from what I’m used to. Most understand that I prefer to tell my girls what to do and when to do it. I like to be in control, but today I’m willing to make the exception.
M e : You’re living up to your name naughty girl. Tell me, did you taste yourself?
I get an immediate response .
N aughtygirl7 : I always do. I love it. I taste delectable.
I nteresting .
M e : Are you into the girl on girl thing?
N aughtygirl7 : No. My preference is you. ONLY you.
G ood answer .
M e : That’s good, pet. I don’t share. When you moan, I want it to be for me.
Show me another picture. A full picture of you right now. I want to see your body.
A few
“Of course you can. Here, look.” She types something on my phone and shows it to me. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I read what she has typed. Is that really a picture of your cock? Because it’s beautiful. I snatch the phone from her hand and try to undo the message but it’s too late. The message has been sent.
2 Adam
N aughtygirl7 watches all of my videos. Every. Single. One. I can see who’s viewed. Every day I receive notification with the data of the screen names following me. I’ve used this on a number of occasions to target my audience. Naughtygirl7 has never commented, and I find it strange that she does now.
I pull up her profile and find very little to work with. So I do what any overly inquisitive pervert would. I request her information.
Me: A/L/Pic?
I wait for a few minutes before I get a response. A little too long.
30/Lower East/see pic attached
It’s not a full picture, but I’d be concerned if it were. These sites are a breeding ground for some scary fucking people. I may be depraved in a sexual nature, but I am what I claim to be. There’s no hidden agenda, just the promise of the best fuck a girl will ever have.
Albeit virtually.
Yeah, I’m cocky, but I’ve earned that right. With one flick of my finger, I can bring a girl’s pussy to my command. The trouble is I have rules and they always get in the way.
Rule #1. Don’t ever show your face to the Plunge crowd. Why? Everyone has their secrets and I have mine. That means, with the exception of some dirty talk and virtual sex, I’m off limits to these chicks. I never show them my face.
Sad really. These girls are freaks.
I inspect her photo. She isn’t a knockout by any stretch, but she does have a girl next door quality that is hot as fuck. Her brown locks have streaks of caramel running through and her facial features are delicate. I usually go for the overly done-up porn star looking Barbie type, but looking at her innocent face, I start to grow hard.
I need to get laid.
I peruse her untanned exposed neck. Her alabaster skin would pink up real nice. I would be bad for a girl like this, but I don’t give a fuck.
I write back.
Me: Sending an email now . . .
I go to the send message tab which allows you to carry on private conversations with the other members.
Naughtygirl7-
I’m intrigued by your comment. Are you saying you’d like my cock to pound your pussy?
I hit send and wait. I don’t get an immediate response which doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t like waiting. I close out messenger and start getting ready for my next video.
What people don’t understand is that I make bank with these. One video nets about 10k a week. My dick has been sought out by big time adult movie producers, but I’m not interested. My shit doesn’t go anywhere that I don’t have complete control over and, more importantly, I will never show my face.
As I’m grabbing something to eat out of the refrigerator, my computer dings. Naughtygirl7 finally came back to play.
N aughtygirl7 : Sorry I’m out with friends. I got so hot from your message that I had to slip into the bathroom and slide my fingers into my dripping pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.
She’s brazen. I love it.
This is definitely different from what I’m used to. Most understand that I prefer to tell my girls what to do and when to do it. I like to be in control, but today I’m willing to make the exception.
M e : You’re living up to your name naughty girl. Tell me, did you taste yourself?
I get an immediate response .
N aughtygirl7 : I always do. I love it. I taste delectable.
I nteresting .
M e : Are you into the girl on girl thing?
N aughtygirl7 : No. My preference is you. ONLY you.
G ood answer .
M e : That’s good, pet. I don’t share. When you moan, I want it to be for me.
Show me another picture. A full picture of you right now. I want to see your body.
A few
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