MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I noticed him when I first moved in next door to his house. He seemed so young and virile. I caught him staring at my body a few times when I would do yard work. A plan hatched in my mind. So, I called him over to my yard and asked him if he’d like a summer job. He eagerly admitted that he’d love some summer work. I smiled as he stared at my tits the entire time we talked. Then I told him to come into the house so we could discuss the terms of his summer job.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Oh man do I love it rough. As I recline on the plush hotel bed, the anticipation is palpable. My latest conquest, a ruggedly handsome man named Jake, towers over me with a cocky grin. It’s obvious he’s eager to claim my body as his playground. And I’m more than ready to submit.
Jake strips off his clothes, revealing an impressive physique and a massive erection straining against his boxers. I lick my lips, my pussy already dripping with arousal. When he frees his cock, it springs out, thick and long, the engorged head glistening with precum.
“Get on your hands and knees, dirty girl,” Jake commands, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I obey immediately, presenting my ass to him like the fucktoy I am. He wastes no time, gripping my hips and driving his massive cock into my soaked cunt with a forceful thrust.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I know your secret. Did you know you talk in your sleep? It’s true. After a fantastic night of lovemaking, with my head resting against your chest as you slept, I heard you mumble. I listened more carefully, and what you said was, “Please, Mommy. I won’t wear them again. Don’t spank me.”
Wear them? I thought. What had my naughty boy stolen from his Mommy that caused him to get punished? “What did you wear?” I asked softly, while noting how your cock pulsed to life under the blankets.
“Your pantyhose again.” You tossed your head side to side in your slumber as if you could escape Mommy’s wrath.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 et 407
It all started innocently enough. My friend, Gary – a man whose beard had a beard and whose idea of a challenging morning was deciding between two different artisanal coffee blends – casually asked if I could “help out” for a few weeks. He’d apparently aggravated an old sports injury, which sounded legitimate at the time. My visions were of fetching him an extra-large pizza and maybe a few remote controls. Never did I envision myself becoming, for lack of a better term, his “Mama.”
The first clue was the distinct odor of Johnson’s Baby Powder mixed with something vaguely earthy. Then came the sights. A crib, oversized bottles, a mountainous pile of what I initially mistook for industrial-grade pillow stuffing, but which quickly resolved into absurdly large, plastic-backed diapers. And there, nestled amidst a sea of plush toys and a particularly garish cartoon blanket, was Gary. Not the beard-having, coffee-snob Gary I knew, but a version clad in a pastel blue onesie, sucking on a pacifier the size of a teacup, gazing up at me with eyes that seemed far too innocent for a man who owed taxes.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
The brochure for “Carnal Kingdom” was a masterpiece of suggestive design: neon lights, blurred figures, and a tagline that read, “Not your grandmother’s carnival.” On vacation last week, seeking something beyond the usual tourist traps, this adults-only amusement park seemed like a perfect diversion. Especially for a girl like me.
The park lived up to its name, with rides like “The G-Spotter” and “Wet Dream Falls.” But one attraction, towering over the rest with its garish, phallic silhouette, immediately caught my eye: the “Cocktival.” “You gotta try it,” a heavily tattooed guy in line ahead of me grinned, adjusting his novelty penis-shaped hat. “It’s an experience.”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
As a subby teen my weakness is a tall, strong man. I know that I come across as an outgoing party girl. But I’m really a sub at heart. Sometimes I love giving up all control to a strong man and being the submissive slut that so many of you have come to know and love.
I’ve always gotten a little tingle in my panties when being told what to do. Even as a younger girl. When I would get in trouble with my parents, I would notice this strange feeling and I couldn’t really figure out what was happening. I was honestly a bit worried but then I got a little older and realized that I was just a horny, subby teen. Once I figured that out all I wanted was to be controlled.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
As I walked into the bedroom, I locked eyes with my sissy, dressed in an outfit put together by yours truly, Mistress Diana. Today’s theme was pink and white polka dots, a cute ensemble that accentuated his feminine curves. But what truly transformed the look was the pair of matching panties I made him wear.
It had taken some convincing at first, but my sissy eventually understood that pleasing his Mistress meant embracing this particular kink. Now, he eagerly awaited my approval, his petite frame radiating a mix of excitement and nervousness.
“Darling, you look absolutely stunning today,” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction. “And those panties … perfect choice.”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I crave the secrets hidden within your mind, the forbidden desires that make you tremble with need. I invite you to confide in me, to whisper into my ear the darkest, dirtiest, most taboo thoughts that set your body alight with primal lust.
No judgment, only understanding and consent. In my presence, you are free to unshackle your repressed longings, to speak them aloud without fear of condemnation. I will listen intently as you confess what makes your cock hard and what fantasies consume you in the night.
Shemale Alexus 844-332-2639 x 349
My Dad has always been so supportive of my transformation. He loved to help pick out my panties and pretty little skirts. I felt so loved and supported when he’d play in my hair and tell me how beautiful I looked in the things he picked out for me.
All that love and support came with a price. I’m sure you can imagine the kind of payment Daddy expected.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏ ☏ ☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Naughty Ronnie and Zoey were playing downstairs in the basement. They began to wrestle, when suddenly Ronnie took a tumble into some old boxes. They happened to be shoe boxes, and to their surprise, they found all of Mommy Anna’s old shoes. They were all high heels, as that’s all she ever wore, especially when she was prowling for her next spanking victim.