Category: BDSM

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Oh my god! How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t touch tiny dicks like yours before I get a serious tribute? I see you in the chatroom, talking and talking and never setting up calls but guess what shrimplette? I’m not even starting this conversation without a tribute.

Pay first, piggy bitch and then you can slide into my Skype or call me, and I’ll gladly talk to you about your little tiny 3-inch pecker. Do you have any idea how often we laugh at your little wee wee? Some of you idiots even send pictures. It’s gross, and it’s pathetic.

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VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, ext. 232

Servant Cock is something that is reserved for the privileged and extremely wealthy. Many wealthy women require cock service and they also require that service to be discreet. Once it is determined that you acceptable the process can begin. Once it has started you will beg for the privilege to pay and serve even more. You are definitely in need of some financial counseling from someone who is knowledgeable in financial fucking. You already know a little about my reputation for financial domination. The fact that I show no fucking mercy is a turn on for you. I am always about the business of fucking you over and believe me, business is good. I am the caliber of female who would never actually pay for cock. That’s why I will expect you to pay me to serve.

 

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

So you did your research and managed to find an authentic occult bookstore. Curiosity made you summon a Demon Goddess. You were led to the right tome, and took it home, without being asked to pay. When you got there, you began reading through it just for some light research when your entire being was compelled to continue reading. You began casting a summoning spell, in a language you don’t know and, before long, saw me climbing out of the floor.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Part 3

You met me at an after-party in a luxurious penthouse. Tall, beautiful, overwhelming, and powerful. I invited you into a private back room, more commanded, really. But how could you resist?

You find yourself in a low-lit hall adorned with expensive decorations. Statues on pedestals, ancient-looking bronze weapons in glass cases with parchment and behind you, 12-foot high glass windows overlooking a city below you that is teeming with life even at this hour.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I recently learned that in the 1700s, “choking” was used as a medical procedure to cure erectile dysfunction. You idiots will go to all lengths to get that dick hard, won’t you? Who needs oxygen to the brain when you could have a stiffy? Of course, I sort of understand how after you’ve tried it once, it can become addicting.

Those strange tingles it causes, and how everything around you fades into the distance, so all you can focus on is the sensations in your body. Once we start treating your limp noodle with Francie’s tight grip around your throat, you’ll become my little gasper for life.

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Fat girls gonna ride your face

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

So you know how some dumb bitches are like super insecure, and they think they are too heavy to sit on a dude’s face? Yeah, I’m not one of those bitches. I’ma fat fuck, and I know I deserve all the pleasure you can provide. Since your dick ain’t big enough to get between these cheeks and fuck me deep at the same time, it’s up to your tongue to make you fucking useful.

Now, I will agree it’s difficult for my chunky thighs to squat for as long as it takes for me to cum so you’re gonna lay down on the bed, on your back, like a bitch! And hang your head off the edge so I can back this dump truck up and grind my soaking wet, big girl pussy on your face!

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

He kissed my neck as he clicked the handcuffs around my wrists again.  This time making sure that they were tight enough that I couldn’t slip my hands out.  Last time I’d wiggled my very flexible hands out of the cuffs in an attempt to escape.  His hand caressed down my back and over the curve of my firm round ass.  Then his hand continued down and slipped between the lips of my pussy.  The promise of an erotic sensual spanking dancing in the room around us.  I moaned softly for him at his touch letting him know how much I wanted this as well.

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When Kayla's In Need

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Several nights ago, after jerking off guys like I’d been giving out handshakes at some rally, I was feeling … something. All day I’d met everyone else’s needs. More than all day. All week, all month. For months and months. Giving and sacrificing myself to please others. And all with a smile on my face, but that night I had a need—a burning, desperate desire for someone to fulfill my needs.

I was in need. Londging to take, not give. And I knew who I wanted to take from. So I sent out a message to Jordan; it was a simple tease. A flick of my tongue along his neck to draw him in. Only the mother fucker didn’t respond. Minutes passed, then I opened my favorite porn feed and started to scroll. However, it only made my need burn hotter. For an hour at least, I toyed with my pussy, watching these clips and feeding the desire growling inside of me. Not letting myself cum until I could satisfy the need to conquer. That’s when he answered.

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By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Oh, hey! Daddy hosts poker nights sometimes, but they aren’t like the games you see on TV. Daddy always asks me to be his free use poker night slut, and I am always eager to agree. Are you wondering exactly what that means? Well, Daddy has a big table with a soft green covering. It looks like a normal poker table with the card places and chip spots painted on it, but it also has four perfectly placed cuffs.

When it’s time, Daddy picks me up; of course, I’m not allowed to wear a stitch of clothing and lays me on my back. The table’s edge has a squishy, black mat that helps to make my neck comfy when my head falls over the edge. He cuffs my limbs and sits back to shuffle a deck of cards till the guys arrive.

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Dirty Daddy

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I see you, Dirty Daddy. Standing in my bedroom doorway, just watching me. However, I like to pretend I don’t see you there. Sometimes, when I know you are watching me, I’ll take my slinky PJs off and lay on my back. I like to spread my legs open wide and begin to touch myself.

When my back arches and my head is pushing back into my pillows, I can just catch a small glimpse of my Dirty Daddy. His hand is buried in his sweatpants, and I know he’s touching himself too. We get so fucking hot watching each other.

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