Top Ten Dirty Things People Want to do to me

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There are quite a few peole that have requested to do some very dirty, very nasty things to me.  Here are a few that I would love to climb right into....

1. Bend me over with my ass in the air and fuck my virgin asshole

2. Lay my naked body across their lap and spank me.

3. Want to fuck my face and make me gag on their dick.

4. Smother my face in their pussy.

5. Want to fuck me with a Strap-On

6.  Want to squeeze my chocolate breasst with one hand as they finger my wet pussy with the other.

7. They want to finger fuck my G-Spot until I squirt all over them.

8. They want to fuck me while they finger my asshole. 

9. They want to eat whipped cream off my wet pussy.

10. Fuck my ass with a dildo while I gag on her husbands hard cock.

Comments

  1. Jack and JillJuly 18, 2012 at 7:34 AM

    Between the two of us, we'll gladly do all of these. I'd say something like, "Especially #1, #3, #6, and #7", but the fact is I don't think there's a hierarchy. We want to do everything with you.

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    1. Donnee PatreseJuly 18, 2012 at 4:25 PM

      You don't know how much I would love to have you beautiful people do those things to me. And when you are done...I have some things I would like to do to you.

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  2. AnonymousJuly 18, 2012 at 9:35 AM

    My oh my, that is one sizzlin' hot list.

    Please add:
    11. Smother MY face in your wet pussy

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    1. Donnee PatreseJuly 18, 2012 at 4:24 PM

      I think I should add that. It turns me on just to think about it!

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  3. Jack and JillJuly 18, 2012 at 4:44 PM

    We want to watch. Donnee plus Hedone equals our heads exploding. Holy fuck, that would be the hottest thing ever.

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    1. Donnee PatreseJuly 19, 2012 at 12:04 PM

      I second that! I think it would be extraordinary!

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