Ding dong… fucking service
The Ding Dong Fucking Service was not your average door-to-door sales pitch. Oh no, this was something far more enticing, raunchy, and downright naughty. A petite Hawaiian babe named Lani decided to start this “unique” business, aiming to provide a rather unconventional type of home delivery to lonely, bored, and horny men trapped in their suburban lives.
Lani, with her tanned, caramel-hued skin, lush raven tresses cascading down her back, and a body that wouldn’t quit – pert breasts, a teeny tiny waist, and an ass that could stop traffic – knew she had the goods to keeps the sales rolling in. But clients weren’t purchasing washing machines or encyclopedias. No, they were investing in a mind-blowing, bones-shaking fuck fest tailored uniquely to each customer’s deepest, darkest desires.
Lani wasn’t one to beat around the bush (so to speak). Her marketing plan was simple and efficient: post a provocative photo of herself on the community’s online forum, listing her rates and the “services” she offered. The responses rolled in quick and fast. Word of her established “business” spread like wildfire.
Baseball mitt Jim lived for Thursdays when he’d get a visit from Lani, sporting an adorable “fuck me” schoolgirl outfit, complete with a pleated skirt, loose tie, and knee-high socks. He’d pretend to be the strict principal, lecturing her about her naughty behavior, while she pleaded for forgiveness, her hands eagerly fumbling with his belt buckle. This usually led to a hardcore fuck session – bending Lani over his lap, reddening her plump ass while she giggled and pouted. Jim was a simple man with simple pleasures, but no one could deny his throbbing hardon sliding between Lani’s slick folds made his Thursday more tolerable.
Burly biker Steve craved the pretentious feel of Lani’s silk camisole, anything to bring him closer to the fantasy of fucking a high-class , sophisticated lady. Lani obliged his desires, dressing the part – lace-up boots, fishnets, a French maid outfit, while treating him as her lord and master. She’d succumb to his every whim and degrade herself in the name of degrading him, her “oh-so-wrong” tight pussy clenching around him as he pumped away.
Divorced Michael pined for his ex-wife, but Lani, qualified as the world’s most amazing cock-sucking girlfriend, took Michael under her wing. She’d visit him, armed with lingerie and whipped cream, working his still-injured ego back to a proper respectability. Reminding him that yes, the old ball and chain would come back silk stocking-mad for his alphahole salesman charm. Slowly, sexual venom pumped through Michael, restoring his confidence and virility.
Breadwinner Bob was an unredeemable anal nut – he regularly fucked Lani while she had shit in her ass. He insisted on penetrating her back door, his rod lancing through the dainty brown rosebud while she gurgled sounds of purebred pain. Lani did her job well, making sure Bob left the room satisfied, a big ol’ greasy grin on his face and an even bigger deposit on her lily white loveseat.
However, Lani reserved the wildest, most depraved experiences for none other than colorful Carl, the retired painter living alone in a garishly colored cottage. With Carl, she’d visit the stars – indulge in the dirtiest, most grungy filth imaginable. Spread paint in every shade on her body, making Carl feel young again, riding his cock on an old art canvas, leaving Nótorious imprints in their wake.
Sure, it was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. Dousing orgasms of toys she’d find in their homes, constantly poking for the next level of humanity, Lani was determined to be the most professional fuck girl around. The Ding Dong Fucking Service is a rather niche market, sure, but hey, nominate a girl who likes banging for banging for Best Local Business, ya know?
Every man in the neighborhood looked forward to Lani’s visits, scheduling their self-pity parties around her availability. Regardless of their kinks, Lani adjusted her tight panties for their delight, making sure each man had their needs met. It wasn’t just a service anymore; it was a testament of Lani’s sexual prowess and generosity.
And so, there you have it. The Ding Dong Fucking Service, run by one sultry, persuasive, sexy Lani, giving new and depraved meaning to the phrase: “Try it, you’ll like it.” With her tight body, even tighter v 則, and an enigmatic aura, Lani became the neighborhood’s favorite delivery girl. You never knew what sort of package would arrive from the lovely Hawaiian bombshell, but you could damn well bet it would be delicious, naughty, and totally unforgettable. A friendly face and a big, hard fuck? It’s enough to make any man smile and keep comin’ back for more. Just don’t tell the cops.
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