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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Domination isn’t a game tonight — it’s a sentence. From the moment you answered my call, you surrendered, and now, you’ll beg for my words. You wanted to play the good little slave, but you’re already failing — stuttering, begging too soon, hands trembling where I can’t even see them. I don’t need to see, though. I know exactly what you look like when you’re scared and soaked, trembling between the urge to please me and the desire to come without permission.But you won’t come. Not yet. Not until I’m done dragging you through every twisted inch of this phone line. You’ll call me Mistress, you’ll choke on your apologies, and you’ll thank me for every single humiliation I pour into your ear. This isn’t just domination — it’s destruction, and you signed up for it.I want you stripped bare, physically and mentally, so when I tell you to stroke, you’ll do it with tears in your eyes. And when I deny you release for the fifth, sixth, seventh time — you’ll thank me. Because my domination is the only thing you crave now. Welcome to your ruin.

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Ebony 844-332-2639 Ext 240

Stroke for me. Just like that. Nice and slow. Feel how good it is to let go, to surrender to my voice, my words. I know you need this—need me guiding you, teasing you, making you crave more.Let your hand move exactly the way I want. Smooth, steady strokes, dragging pleasure through every inch of you. Don’t rush it. I want you to feel everything—every twitch, every pulse, every bit of aching need.Your breath is changing already, isn’t it? I can hear it, feel it, the way you’re slipping deeper into this heat with me. But I’m not letting you finish yet. No, not yet. Keep stroking, keep letting the tension build. I want to keep you right here—on the edge, desperate, waiting for me.Stay with me. Listen to me. Stroke for me, just the way I say. We’re only getting started.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a crisp autumn evening as I strolled home from cheerleading practice, my ponytail bouncing with each step. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the quiet suburban streets. I felt carefree, lost in thought about the upcoming game and our spirited routines. Suddenly, I sensed a presence behind me. Before I could react, two burly men emerged from the shadows, blocking my path. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. One of them, a hulking brute with a cruel grin, reached out and grabbed my arm.“Hey there, little cheerleader,” he sneered, his breath reeking of booze. “Why don’t you come with us for some fun?”I tried to pull away, but his grip was like a vice. The other man, equally imposing, stepped forward, his eyes roaming my body with a predatory gaze. “Yeah, we’ll give you a real show,” he leered.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

I stood at the bus stop, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties drenched with arousal. The chilly autumn air only heightened the throbbing between my thighs as I waited for my ride. I couldn’t help myself, I was insatiable, a slut craving to be fucked in the most public of places. When the bus arrived, I didn’t even bother to board. Instead, I sauntered over to the driver, my hips swaying seductively. “Hey, handsome,” I purred, “I need you to help me out with something.”The man, taken aback by my forwardness, hesitated for a moment before a wolfish grin spread across his face. He stepped out from behind the wheel, his eyes roving over my body with hunger. I turned around, presenting my ass to him, and reached back to pull my thong aside. “Fuck me right here, in broad daylight,” I moaned,”

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Just thinkin’ bout the 1st time it hurt so good! I was walkin’ home from the bar, my head spinning from too many drinks. That’s when he grabbed me, his hand clampin’ over my mouth as he dragged me into an alley. I struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He slammed me against the wall, his body pressin’ into mine as he tore at my clothes.”No, please!” I begged, tears streamin’ down my face.”It hurts, it hurts!”But he didn’t stop. He ripped my shirt open, buttons flyin’ everywhere, and grabbed my breasts roughly. His fingers dug into my flesh, leavin’ bruises. It hurt so good. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t deny the heat poolin’ between my legs. He hiked up my skirt and shoved his hand into my panties, fingering me harshly. I sobbed, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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Harlo 1844-33-candy ext 385

The night started with that slow, simmering tension between us. Above all you looked so good, dressed to tease. For example, even the bellboys at the hotel couldn’t keep their eyes off you. They watched and whispered as we walked through the lobby motel. I noticed, certainly, but I didn’t mind. I love showing you off. Meanwhile, as we stepped into the elevator, I whispered. “They’re watching, you know… wishing they could see more. I love sharing…….. Therefore, I send you up to the room before me and slipped the bell boys a note. Subsequently, I opened the room door anticipating, my attention was on you. Then there was a knock at the door. I answered it, and you look surprised as the bellboys from earlier walked in the door. “ Did you invite them?” You asked surprised. “Yes go ahead,” I whispered. “Give them something to imagine.”

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Janet 1-844-332-2639 EXT 456

I just found out my father-in-law is a freak! Oh yeah, he and his wife like to have fun! So I had them over for dinner last night and fun was what was on the menu. Eating like normal I let my foot start to travel up his leg. He dropped his fork and looked at his wife who wasn’t paying any attention. Then he looked right at me and I smiled. Letting my foot get closer and closer to his cock. He looked at his son he already figured out what I was about to do.

Needless to say, he wasn’t happy about it but as a cuck, he knows he has no say in who I fuck with or when. Now at his cock I can feel a stiffy starting to form. It’s time for a little toe Quan-do the sexy way. My body is a sexy weapon and that includes my sexy toes. I use them to undo his zipper and slide my foot right inside of his pants. I just love that slit in a man’s boxers. Perfect for sliding something out and in.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 Ext 204

I just rented a movie with a few friends and I was a very very naughty girl! The Jumanji movie with the Rock Johnson in it! He is just so damn hot with his sexy Samoan ass. I mean for real what do they feed them boys over there? There are so many hot guys that come from there. Well, there and Hawaii just in that general area. I would just love to be the white cream of any kind between The Rock and Jason Momoa and maybe throw WWE member Roman Reigns in for dessert and Miss Torri would be a happy camper.

Well, more than a happy camper. Really I can’t imagine the dirty things those big strong men could do with my tiny teen body. I would be more of an exhausted, spent, cum covered, never gonna move again, with a premiant smile on my face camper. I was watching that new movie and I got myself so worked up I just couldn’t help myself. The movie room was packed with all my friends I had over, and I just HAD to slide my fingers down my pants.

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Torri 1-844-332-2639 ext 204

I think I want to have you and some friends over for a before Christmas late night dinner. I’ve got something naughty on my mind. After all my family has either left or the ones that are staying here have gone to bed. I am going to have some late night fun. There is going to be so much good food to eat I can just never get to it all. So I have to have my before dinner before everyone else. Don’t bother bringing the plates there wont be a need for them. Your bodies will be my plates.

Your cocks will me my spoons. I want to lay you all down and dress you up in all my left over foody goodies. Take my sweet time eating my way through all of you. Don’t worry I wont make a mess. I always clean my plate when I’m eating. You wont have a drop of food anywhere. I wont leave yall out of the fun though. I might be eating Christmas dinner off your bodies but yall will be eating all the nice homemade deserts off of mine!

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