Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Sweet Lovin Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Kayla loves a good SWAT just as much as the next slut, but today she’s itching to SPANK YOU. You’re sweet, BARELY LEGAL Goddess has selected a few of my favorite toys to use on your willing flesh. So strip down, bend over this bench before you. Let’s get started, shall we?

First, I’ll use the palm of my bare hands to warm up your supple skin with several soft spanks. Secondly, rubbing and kneading your ass cheeks until you’re squirming and your poor little cock is standing STRAIGHT up like it thinks it will get attention tonight. It won’t. Tonight is all about your perfect little ASS and my desire to spank you.

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Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Teen tease and please Avery should really be my name. Because honestly I think I was born to be a cock tease. I’ve always been a natural tease and I’m very proud of that fact. Daddy used to tell me that I could get any man to do anything I wanted, just with right look and my cute as little giggles.

We both know that you’re going to call me and before you know it, you’re going to be wrapped around my finger. And if you play your cards right, you naughty boy, my delectable pussy and mouth will be wrapped around your cock.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna was making a special effort to find any excuse to spank Ronnie, but it seemed the more she tried, the more he behaved. He was doing everything he could to evade a spanking.

Every night, when Daddy Ron would work night shift, Mommy Anna would call up her lover and he would beg her to tell him stories of how she spanked Ronnie and his little sister. The two of them would get off on talking about spankings on the phone and whisper sweet spanking nothings into each other’s ears.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He is my sissy. My apprentice. The canvas on which I will paint obedience. But he doesn’t quite know it yet. He stands in the hallway, trembling, clutching the thin, pastel cardigan I chose for him. His hair is slicked back in an artificial bob with the ends dyed a pastel pink that catches the light like bruised roses. He looks at me with a mixture of awe and terror, before his eyes dart to the leather cuffs hanging on the coat rack and the polished wooden bench where I will have him sit.

“Welcome, Alex,” I say, edged with authority. I watch the subtle shiver that ripples through his shoulders. He nods and whispers, “Yes, Mistress.” I guide him inside my apartment. The bench is already prepared. An ornate iron frame draped with a black silk sheet and a small brass bowl bearing a single, polished ruby at its center. I instruct him to strip. His hands trembled as he removes each piece of clothing until he stands there completely naked. I hand him a pair of thin lace panties and he looks at me, puzzled. “Put them on,” I say, calmly. “You’re a girl now.”

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I’m a new volunteer today. Want to know what I’m volunteering for? Diaper Daycare! Once a month the local daycare sponsors our lovely adult babies and they all get together in their favorite diaper brands and crawl around like the little toddlers they are. This little guy, Mike, told me he loves when I play detective and pick out the smelliest little one and embarrass them in front of everyone. I’m going to take pictures so I can get with my girlfriends and laugh about it later.

I walked into the center of the room as I watched all the little ones crawl around me. Everyone was so cute skedaddling around in their little Pampers and Luvs. There was the cute little boy sitting in the corner of the room sucking on his little paci. He had little blonde curls and was playing with some toys.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The first man I truly “noticed” was Mr. Harrow, the 58‑year‑old owner of the corner bakery. I would watch him knead dough with a rhythm that reminded me of a heartbeat, with his forehead creasing in concentration and his eyes flickering over the pastries as if he were measuring the stories they could tell.

I didn’t understand at the time, but the way he laughed made me feel that I was in the presence of someone who could teach me a few things. My infatuation grew, not in the shallow way of a teen crush, but more like a slow, deliberate ache. I started to linger at the bakery after school, pretending to need a croissant while really just wanting to hear the soft rustle of his cardigan as he moved. I’d catch his eye, and for a heartbeat he’d smile.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I have an issue.” She confessed during our first session that her husband’s cock was closer to the size of a clit. And she had never been sexually turned on by him. She found herself fantasizing about fucking huge hard cocks.

I told her that honesty is the best policy. It’s probably nothing he doesn’t already know. And it would probably turn him on to hear the truth. She agreed to give it a try and let me know how it goes.

Two weeks later, she reported back. There was a new pep in her step and sparkle in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to tell me about what happened. That night when he got home, she told him about our session. She said that he was immediately intrigued and even seemed excited. So she continued to tell him the truth, from their wedding night. She was so disappointed. He started to squirm as she told him. At first, she thought that it was making him extremely uncomfortable. But then she realized that it was getting him extremely hard. So she told him about fantasizing about bigger, harder cocks that last long enough to give her multiple orgasms.

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Women's Clothing

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639

Skirts, bras, panties, stockings… high heels. It’s time you stopped thinking of these things as “Women’s clothing.” They are for you, too. I mean, they come in your size and look so good on your body. If wearing panties under your work clothing makes you happy, why shouldn’t you wear them?

Don’t you feel more confident when soft, nylon stockings hug your every curve under a pair of your boring jeans?

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Mistress Mary
Mary – 1844-332-2639 x 350 
No one knows the story of how I became Mistress Mary. For some reason, I’m inclined to write about it.  Mr. Cox led me to the secret room in his basement across from my nanny suite, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Walking into the room I had become nervous, because I was barely legal at that time, but I knew I wanted to feel his strong body and big, heavy cock inside of me. I often watched him run in the mornings, and seeing his cock sway from side to side turned me on so much. I had to pleasure myself before I got ready to serve the family for the day. He never knew how much I dreamt about him burying his head between my legs.

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Earn Mommy's Cock Milk

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.

“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”

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