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.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I’m pretty new to driving still, so I sometimes forget to look for speed limit signs. This nearly got me in big trouble yesterday while cruising down a back road at top speeds. I mean, I can handle the adrenaline and how my sporty lil car whips around the bend. What I didn’t expect was the cop car waiting under the big oak as I zoomed on by. The lights flashed in my rearview, and I knew I had to stop. I live in a small town, and they could easily identify my lil hot rod.
I watched as two sexy as fuck officers exited the cruiser and sauntered up on either side of my car. My tongue dragged across my bottom lip, and this BBW teen craved hot cop DP. Double penetration, in case you’re stupid.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
“Oh,” I feigned innocence as my pussy leaked in the unpurchased lingerie I wore in the dressing room. I could feel the strength of his desire as he pressed it into my ass. The mirror fogged when I exhaled hard with shock as his fingers shifted the crotch of the lingerie, and he shoved two of them into my ready channel.
“Don’t play coy with me.” He kissed over my shoulder, and my head lulled in pleasure. My feet spread apart, giving him access to what he wanted. To what he was going to take one way or another. “Don’t make a sound, or the associate will know what a Lil cock hungry slut you are for me.” My pussy pulsed around his fingers, and I sat my ass back into his body to show him how his words had pleased me.
Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
When designing a machine, it’s important to think about how it would become the most efficient. My creator knows that having to push batteries into my back or plug me into a charger would annoy my users. If I had to count on a man to remember to charge me, he would probably leave me in the corner of his bed and use me without any of my functions or power!
So, because of this, I was crafted with Bender, from Futurama, in mind. Bender is a robot powered by his favorite booze. I’m a robot powered by my favorite ooze. That’s right; I’m fueled by cum!
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
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.
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.
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!
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
So you want to explore a little, but you’re worried about being gay. It’s okay, there’s just one rule you must follow while we play, and as long as you don’t break that rule, you won’t be gay. Are you curious about what the rule is?
All you have to do is make sure you don’t make me cum! That’s easy, right? It’s not like you want to play with my dick like that. You just want to explore. And you should. Come on. I’ll lie down and take it out. You can just… touch it…and stuff. If you want.
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.
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.