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Femme Domme Friday

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The hunk at the gym was very bold when he approached. “I’d do anything you said so long as I got to taste your sweaty ass,” I smirked and nodded. We’d see what a good boy he’d make, it WAS Femme Domme Friday, after all.

He thought he’d drive us to his house, but he quickly learned he wasn’t going to have any control in this situation. He sat in the passenger seat of my car as I drove to my house, with my hand rubbing his upper thigh. My fingers grazed close to his cock, teasing him with what was to come, but never brushing his needy erection. The stud’s hips bucked trying to get some friction during the quick drive back to mine, but he still had no idea what he was in for.

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Let's Share A Cock Sleeve

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I saw a porn clip this morning that had me rock hard, and I’d love to share a cock sleeve with you. In the video, a man in a sexy fishnet body suit lay on the bed, and a beautiful TS in a corset and thigh highs straddled his thighs. He had stretched a cock sleeve around both of their cocks and was pumping it frantically.

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Warned

I’m the girl from the wrong side of the tracks. The one your Mama warned you about. I am every Mother’s worst fear for her precious little boy. When she thinks about him growing up and finding a wife, she prays it isn’t me.

She gets on her knees and begs that he’ll find a good, wholesome woman. Not a chain-smoking, cuss word-spewing, promiscuous bitch from the trailer park. However, you don’t want a wholesome woman, do you? Aching for me is just something you can’t help! Wanting the one your Mama warned you about, but are you man enough to keep me?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Mark, bless his heart, shifted nervously on the edge of my worn velvet chaise lounge. His eyes, usually bright with a hopeful glint, were now clouded with a desperate hunger. He thought I liked him. He truly did. And maybe, in some twisted way, I did. But mostly, I liked the way the crisp hundred-dollar bills felt between my fingers after our sessions.

I moved with a practiced grace, as my many years of dance lessons finally started to pay off. I circled him slowly, my fingertips trailing lightly over the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt. He flinched at my touch, a tremor running through his body. He was so easy to control, a marionette dancing to the tune of my whispered commands. The rules were clear, etched in unspoken agreement between us. He could pump. He could stroke. But he could never, ever cum. He couldn’t touch me, but I could touch him. I was the conductor of this bizarre symphony of frustration, and he was my willing, albeit tormented, instrument. Nothing more than a plaything…A pet.

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ruined orgasm

1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Ready when you are, Axel,” I said, trying to hide the sheer delight in my voice. Tonight, he had something particularly strange planned and I was pumped for it. “Okay, baby. I want you to take a jar of honey…” he began, his voice sounding low and suggestive. I followed his instructions, a strange mix of amusement and disgust swirling within me. The honey was cold and sticky against my skin as I dolloped it into the back of my panties, then lay down on my bed. Next came the caramel sauce, a thick, sugary stream down the front of my jeans. It was a disgusting concoction, the textures all wrong, the sensation was almost hilarious. I had a hard time not laughing.

As Axel urged me on, describing what he imagined, I started to play along, moaning and writhing as he encouraged me to rub my clit in that sticky mess. “Oh, Amber, you can’t cum yet,” Axel breathed, clearly satisfied with his plan. “You can only cum when I say so.” I lay there, covered in sticky goo, a smirk playing on my lips. “Typical!” I said, laughing. The next few minutes were a mix of edging and frustration, then Axel finally let me cum. I screamed as my body shook, and I squirted all over myself.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Zoey and I recently stumbled upon the ASMR fetish community. It was somewhat accidental, after both of our TikTok FYP’s were filled with videos of whispering voices and the strangely compelling sounds of people eating. Zoey had the brilliant idea that we should use this to our advantage – you know, being PSOs and all. “Food-focused ASMR calls,” she’d declared, eyes gleaming. “We’ll be the sex queens of the crunch!”

We decided to advertise our new fetish service on X and our first video call came through Teams, after a quick DM with a guy named “CrunchKing69.” Zoey was already unwrapping a bag of spicy ramen noodles as I answered.  “H-hello,” a nervous voice replied. “Is…is this the, uh, ASMR call?” “You want it, we’ll do it,” Zoey purred, before chomping hard on the crunchy noodles. The sound filled the room, and we could see CrunchKing69 drooling on the other end while stroking his hard dick. Next, it was my turn. I grabbed a handful of crisp green grapes and popped one in my mouth before sinking my teeth into it. The satisfying crunch reverberated through the microphone. “Delicious,” I murmured, chewing slowly. “Want to hear more?”

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Pervy Neighbor Goes Too Far

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

My pervy neighbor is so horny for my teen pussy. It’s fun to tease him, knowing he can’t do anything about it. Or at least, I thought he couldn’t. Wouldnt? But he did. The other day I stayed home sick from school and I was sleeping in bed. I only had on a thin sleep tank and tiny cotton panties. I was resting, not trying to impress anyone, ya know?

Little Mr. couldn’t help himself; he must have thought the house was empty because he let himself in. He slipped right into my bedroom and, through slitted eyes, I watched him stalk to my dresser and pull out a pair of my panties. I guess he was so focused; he hadn’t seen me there yet. I snapped my eyes shut before he turned to look, and pretended to be still sleeping.

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Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

Think of me as your after-hours escape artist, the one who’ll turn your “just curious” into “can’t fucking quit.” With a laugh that’s equal parts sugar and sin, I’ve spent years perfecting the art of making grown men forget their own names. “What’s your dirtiest secret?” I’ll ask, already knowing you’ll spill it. Why? Because I’m not here to judge—I’m here to indulge.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah, hello there naughty reader. It’s me, your sexy kitten Diana. I hope you’re having a good day, because I’m certainly having a naughty one. Edging myself. But how could I not, with a hot, virile, big-dicked man like you on my mind?

That’s right, while I pleasure myself to the brink of ecstasy and back again, it’s your name that’s on my lips. Your unrelenting cock that I’m craving. The way you make me shiver and shake, bringing me to the edge over and over without letting me fall. It’s pure bliss.

I start by rubbing my sensitive clit in slow circles, imagining it’s your fingers deftly playing with my most intimate places. My breathing quickens and my thighs start to quiver, that familiar heat building like molten lava between my legs already.

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Kayla's Easter Egg Hunt

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I bounced down the stairs in my beautiful Easter dress. The white nylons I wore felt so soft between my thighs. I felt like a Princess ready to show off to her king. “Daddy! I’m ready! Come look at my dress!” My little Mary Janes tapped on the hardwood floor as I went in search of my Superman. Daddy’s the best man I know, and I love him so much. The house was surprisingly quiet. Normally, during the holiday, the house is bustling with family. Everyone stuffed deviled eggs into their mouth and talked about whether Mommy’s ham would be dry again this year. But today, I couldn’t find a single soul. Not a cousin or an auntie. No uncles or even Mommy were in sight. “Daddy?” I called, getting a little scared and feeling alone.

“In here, Princess,” Daddy called from his bedroom. I skipped into the room and saw he had a weird metal egg in his hand. He smiled at me and petted the end of the bed.

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