Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

First, a pathetic diaper bitch, and now my tiny little diaper cuck. The transition was easy because once you’ve given up your rights as a man, I can basically do whatever the fuck I want with you. Cage options are important, and we tried to fit your useless diaper dick with a cage that would make you suffer in silence.

Mommy doesn’t want to hear you whining while she’s getting fucked by a real man. You know that. When I changed you today, I fitted the cage over your penis and powdered your packaged balls. Such a cute bulge in the front of your diaper for me. Too bad it’s only because of the bulky cage and not because you actually have a sizeable dick.

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Summer Suckfest

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

It’s finally beautiful outside which means one thing, we need to get you ready for a summer suckfest. Have you spent the winter sucking off hung men? Or at the very least practicing on dildos? Because you don’t want to go into this summer lacking skills, do you? I didn’t think so.

Having a little dick sucking refresher is good every now and then. Especially when we’re on the verge of unlimited cock during this year’s epic summer suckfest. Even the most experienced sluts can always get better. Just think about how many cocks you can show off your new skills to.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

One of my favorite types of phone sex is edging. Hearing you about to cum and then beg me for more just gets me over the edge, but there’s something that turns me on even more than that. Something super naughty, and a little sneaky. It really turns me on when you

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Every man needs TLC – Throat loving care. And by man, I don’t mean sissy cuck bitches like you. I’m here to make you the best sissy cock sucker you can be. I’ve set up a pretty little throat training session just for you. I know how much you love slapping that suction cup dildo to your full-length mirror and gagging on it, but I’m not convinced you’ve been taking your training seriously. I only made a few small adjustments; let me explain.

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Dumb Little Butthole Slut

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Once upon a time, Nicki was a cool boy. Popular with the ladies because of his charming smile and giant dick, but then he met Mama Felicity and made a stupid wish. “I want to be a humiliated, diapered, bimbo buttslut.” And like the phone sex genie I am...

I made all of Nicki’s wishes come true. Now, the blonde bimbo not only has a prescription for diapers (wearing 24/7 will ruin any control you think you have) but she pays her rent by slutting out her butthole for real men while she’s caged and denied any pleasure.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heavy curtains of my bedroom balcony were drawn back just an inch, leaving a narrow vertical sliver of glass exposed to the cool night air. The amber lamplights cast a soft orange glow over the scene, and there he was.

The gardener was working late, clearing the tangled vines near the stone fountain. He had discarded his shirt hours ago, his shoulders and back glistening under the soft light. Every movement was deliberate, a hypnotic display of fluid strength as he moved through the shadows.

I stood in the darkness of my room, completely hidden, watching his every move. My breath hitched as he stopped, tilting his head back to wipe sweat from his forehead. The amber light caught the sharp angle of his jaw and the damp hair clinging to his neck. I knew I should look away, but the view held me captive.

Suddenly, he paused. He didn’t return to his work. Instead, his gaze shifted slowly across the courtyard, moving up the stone facade of the house until it landed directly on my window. My heart hammered in my chest. I froze, blending into the dark fabric of the curtains, certain the shadows protected…

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Marcus was a man whose net worth was etched into the nervous, hungry way he adjusted his cufflinks. He was waiting for me to validate him. He was waiting for me to tell him he was the powerful provider he desperately wanted to be.

Instead, I took a slow sip of my drink, while keeping my eyes locked on his. “You know, Marcus,” I said, “it’s pathetic how hard you’re trying. You think buying me this vintage bottle makes you a player, but it doesn’t. You’re just another beta, sweating under the lights, hoping a girl like me will finally give you a sense of purpose.”

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red

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Mommy Anna loved painting her nails red. She had all different shades, and some had glitter or shimmer.
But they were all blue-reds. Not corals, not burgundys, not maroons. Nice Firetruck reds. The type of red that would catch any naughty boy’s eye.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

After lunch it was time for our wine tasting excursion. We all piled into the limo with the driver and the tour guide. They drove us out to the wine country where rolling hills of grape vines stretched as far as the eyes could see. The wineries were each more beautiful than the last. Some were very sleek, modern, and massive. While others were very old world, tuscan, and charming. I lost count of how many we stopped at. But at the last one we actually got to stomp grapes. They had men there to help us get into the barrels and hold our hands while we stomped. Being at the end of our wine tour, they realized we had already done plenty of tasting. So they held on tight as we climbed in, two girls per barrel. I didn’t expect for the grapes to feel so good popping between my toes and releasing all of their juices all over my feet. The more I stomped, the wetter I got. And I’m not talking about my feet. I was getting so turned on.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The forest floor trembled beneath my heavy steps as my gaze finally settled on the minuscule figure scurrying frantically between the moss-covered rocks. His frantic movements and high-pitched, unintelligible squeaks were a delightful contrast to my own immense size. I knelt down with a playful smirk, blocking his path with a single finger that was thicker than his entire body, and watched with immense amusement as he tumbled backward in a fit of panicked confusion.

I brought him up toward my face, pinching him gently between my thumb and forefinger so I could admire the way he kicked and struggled against my hold. He was such a frantic little thing! His eyes widened in utter disbelief as he realized exactly what kind of plaything he had become for the afternoon.

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