MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
Extreme Edging With Morgan – Think of this as cardio for your dick. I am your trainer and more than capable of putting you through your paces. It’s all you can think of and you jerk until your tiny dick is sore. But, even the intense pain won’t stop you. In fact, you keep stroking for hours. Those balls are aching and you feel sick but you still can’t stop. You are locked in a vicious cycle and I am here to capitalize that.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
The problem with Mama playing with so many sissies and babies is that when I wanna get dicked down deep, there often isn’t anyone around to fill me up. Sure, I could go find some local big dick or some tasty BBC, but I wanna make love with my toys.
There’s something special about stripping a man of everything that makes him masculine and putting him in feminine lingerie, and then asking him to fuck me. The power shift is so heady it makes me horny. No one can blame me for wanting to make the connection that much better. However, it’s a rare sissy who carries a worthy clit, so I’ve made it a habit of putting my girls in hollow strapons.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
So what? Yes, I’ve been a bit of a bully here and there. That doesn’t mean people can’t change! I can be sweet when I wanna be and I always want to be sweet when I want something. Which is why I make such a good Sugar baby. You want something, and I want something. I’ll be sugary sweet to you, dotting on you, worshipping you, adoring you, all while you pay me.
Handsomely.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I’m a total dirty girl and I have been for as long as I can remember. My daddy loves it when I get really dirty for him, and I always make sure I please him. I feel so loved and wanted in the arms of a dom daddy because when I pay special attention to him, he takes care of me in return. My daddies give me hot toys and clothes and make sure that I always have the best time with them as long as I stay in line, which I always do. I love being a good girl for all of my hot dom daddies.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Oh no! Poor baby! Why are you crying? Were your peers mean to you again? Come over here, sit in Mommy Felicity’s lap, and tell me everything. Did they call you names like “Sissy slut” and “Dumb Whore” again?
Listen, people, these days are very accepting, but you are getting bullied for not just living as your authentic self! But Mommy is here, and she knows how to fix this. Hug me close, and mommy will tell her good little doll all about how to stop getting bullied.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
My teen pussy gets so wet. So wet and SO messy, like a river trickling into my panties daily. The honey I drip is the sweetest nectar. Men have told me they’ve never eaten a pussy that tasted better, and I always smile and agree. That’s because I’m Daddy’s Tasty Girl.
Currently, however, I find myself in a conundrum! I’m a very wet girl without a Daddy to lick me clean. My slick, wet cunny is in need of a Daddy’s tongue to taste all of this deliciousness. The more I think bout it, the more honey I leak. It’s almost as if the harder a man works to try to lick me dry, the more juice I’ll produce.
Extreme Phone Sex as only Shannon can give.
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And so, he does. But not before picking little Shannon up, placing her on his lap, tiny little legs straddling his, as he stares into her eyes. Passion, need, want, and uncontrolled sexual desire radiate from his dark eyes. Fear, confusion, a plea for help, an overwhelmed little girl who is not ready for this look back at him. Did Uncle respond to that sad, delicate look by putting her down? By letting her go? By buying her an ice cream cone and doll and treating her like all the other girls at school with nice Uncles? Lol, he reached under her tutu and stuck a finger up her cunt. It hurt, she cried, and I got wet hearing her relive it. “I didn’t want him to do it” Shannon cried, “it hurt, and I wanted it to stop,” she said as the first knuckle went in.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
It’s been like three weeks since our incredible night together. My friends told me it was bad news to fuck the boss, but Charles, I thought you were different. The chase was on during the first few months I worked for you. You were flirty and attentive. Engaging and so kind, however, as soon as I opened my legs for you for one fantastic night of fucking and what I thought was a deep connection, the chase ended.
As if a switch had been flicked for you. I was another notch in your bedpost, and once I was out of your system, you were done… but I’m not.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
So many factors make up the dynamic of who is in charge. It’s an incredibly complex calculus, yet we both knew the second you walked into the party. Money, style, poise, popularity, charisma, posture, even a big fat cock. And guess what, baby, I’m miles ahead of you in all of them.
You walked into the party with a couple of friends who immediately split off to get drinks or go chat up another friend. Being left alone has you feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. I leaned against the wall, ruby-painted lips wrapped around a straw, eyeing you. Just like the prey you are. You stopped just inside the doorway. You were shaking just a bit at the idea of starting a conversation with someone new. Until you finally looked up and locked eyes with me.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I just love spending my time with GILF Sylvia! She sure knows how to spoil a girl and gets me to do whatever she wants! Always giving me candy and hugs whenever I ask! She always has the best stories, and we have the most fun together, so I begged my Daddy to let me spend Saturday with Granny Sylvia to celebrate Easter. He dropped me off, and she greeted me with a big squeeze. Fuck, I just love being smushed into those massive, big titties of hers. I nuzzled right in and squeezed her back just as tight!
“What are we gonna do today?” I asked her when she pulled back and ran her hands over my pigtails.
“Well,” She started softly in that southern drawl. “You want your Easter surprise, don’t you, Krysta?” Of course, she already knew the answer, but I bounced up and down anyhow.