Category: Domination

 

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The Winter Witch blows in much like Jack Frost. One day, she isn’t there, and the next, she’s nipping at your heels. Some confuse her groans of frustration as blustering winds. The truth, however, is that the Winter Witch craves human males to satisfy her sexual appetite. Unfortunately, they become harder and harder for her to find in the cold.

She rustles through the forest, searching for hunters. The men bundled up and hunkered down, looking for prey who would have no idea that they would soon be just that. The Winter witch swirls around them like a flurry of white snow, only to appear before them as a thirty-foot-tall Ice Goddess.

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candy

☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏

Ronnie and Zoey went out trick or treating. Mommy Anna told Ronnie to make sure to look after Zoey, and that they could stay out for as long as they wish, so long as they behaved in the days before Halloween. Ronnie and Zoey were so excited they could barely contain themselves.

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Another one. Always the same hopeful, pathetic look in their eyes. As if I would be anything more than a fleeting fantasy for their miserable lives. “Bonjour, Monsieur,” I purred, my voice dripping with an accent thicker than the Parisian fog. He flinched, already knowing what was coming. Good. Fear is the first step to understanding your place.

He mumbled a greeting, as his gaze darted around my dimly lit salon. The velvet curtains, the antique furniture, the subtle scent of expensive perfume…it was all designed to overwhelm. To make them feel small. And it worked. Every time. “You are late,” I stated, not as a question, but as a cold, hard fact. They call me a bitch. Bien sûr. What did they expect? A gentle caress? A whispered endearment? Ridicule.

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Breaking In My Bestie's Husband

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“Alexus, I need help.” Tiff huffed into the phone. “I wanna peg my man, but I’m not sure how to do it. Can you come over and help me?” Mmm, I love breaking in little virgins, so I told her I’d be happy to. First, I packed a bag full of lingerie, makeup, and a little red wig and skipped to her house.

Her husband was handcuffed to the bed when I got there, completely naked. What a sight. He had a lovely cock that lay limp against his thigh, and he seemed very frustrated with Tiff.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Welcome to Miss Zoey’s Sissy Finishing School!  There’s so much more to becoming the perfect sissy than just putting on panties and a dress.  Also, there are far more skills to master than just sucking cock.  I’ve spent 26 years perfecting my femininity and honing my slutty skills to a master level.  So, who better to open a finishing school specifically geared to wannabe sissy girls?

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I have to confess, I am so freaking horny for Halloween! Not just for the spooky vibes, but for the very sexy costumes that seem to bring out the naughty in every guy on the block. As soon as October rolls around, my mind is flooded with dirty dreams of getting railed by hot guys in their tight-fitting superhero suits, devilish horns, or even a simple pirate outfit that hugs their muscular ass just right.

I remember one Halloween party in particular, where I spotted a tall, dark, and handsome devil strutting around the dance floor. His red suit was so tight it looked painted on, accentuating every delicious inch of his chiseled physique. As he spun me around, his rough, calloused hands gripping my hips, all I could think about was having that thick, devilish cock buried deep inside me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

It’s almost Halloween, and I’m feeling especially naughty. My perfect, pink 20-year-old pussy is just begging to be devoured like a decadent treat. And tonight, I’m granting that wish.

I strut around the dorm in a sultry black pussycat costume, my curves accentuated by the tight, form-fitting fabric. My bright red lipstick is smeared, giving me a wicked, come-hither look. I can practically hear the whispers of desire trailing in my wake.

But it’s not until I slip into my room that the real party begins. I shed the costume, revealing my naked body in all its glory. I take a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. Pert breasts, toned legs, and of course, that flawless, pink slit between my thighs.

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vampire domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Stalking me through the dim labyrinth of the old city, the vampire had likely intended to make me his next meal. His kind always did—arrogant, immortal creatures who thought they were untouchable. But I knew his type well. Desire coiled beneath the surface of his insidious grace, an itch beyond the thirst for my veins.

I let him follow me into the shadows of an abandoned theater, the scent of dust and decay clinging to the velvet seats. Then I turned to face him, arms crossed beneath my chest, the curve of my corset pressing my body in ways I knew would taunt him. “You’ve been watching me,” I murmured, tilting my head. “Do I fascinate you?”

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Dirty

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Miss Anna came upstairs to her garden only to catch her dirty nephew leaning over it and relieving himself. She was furious, she began chasing him to spank him, but on her way over, she tripped on a bucket, which he had previously filled with more stinky surprises. Anna came falling down, scraping her knee and ripping her silk stocking. She let out a yelp and swore, for she was in so much pain.

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succubus

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My Succubus costume was cheap red vinyl and was slutty enough that I felt the wind lift the hem with every step. I’d spent an hour applying black as night liquid eyeliner and slicking on the perfect shade of red lip gloss that tasted like artificial cherry and bad decisions. I wanted every eye on me. The kind of attention that made lesser girls blush, the kind that promised chaos.

I moved through the crush of masked students like I owned the ground, thriving on the whistles and the lingering stares. Every glance felt like a currency, and I was rolling in it. That’s when I saw him. He was standing alone, leaning against the wrought-iron fence of an old, unused cemetery that bordered the sidewalk—a classic mistake, I realized later.

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