asmr

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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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I remember the day I first laid eyes on your microscopic member. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful sight. It looked like a shriveled up prune, a sad little nub that could barely be called a manhood. And the way it flopped around futilely, as if it thought it had a chance at bringing anyone pleasure. How adorable. And yet, how pathetic.

You tried to protest when I first threatened to cage that tiny prick of yours. “What if I get aroused?” you whined. As if your pathetic arousal meant anything to me. The only function your dick has is to bring me amusement now.

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Slutty Boys

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

If women can get makeovers whenever they want, then why can’t you slutty boys? I know you’ve been flipping through the girly magazines lately and wishing you could look like the girls that grace the pages.

You slutty boys are just as worthy as us when it comes to some feminization fun. But please know that your sissy makeover isn’t just a one-time thing. You need to keep things fresh and get your look updated often if you expect to pull more cock than ever before. Since that’s what we both want for you I’m more than happy to help with a summer style update so we can make 2025 the summer of sex.
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julio

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve known Julio since college. We bonded over bad cafeteria food and worse poetry. He was always a bit intense. He felt things deeply, maybe too deeply. So, when he called me, his voice laced with a melange of excitement and shame, I should have been less surprised. “Cory,” he started, the word almost a gasp, “I need to tell you something. Something kinda fucked up.” I braced myself. With Julio, it could be anything from accidentally setting his apartment on fire while trying to flambé bananas to getting into a philosophical argument with an inanimate object.

This was different, though. I could hear it in his voice, that ragged edge of genuine distress. He told me about the photos. An old shoebox he’d found while helping his mother sort through her attic. Candid shots from her twenties, a lifetime ago. She was beautiful, vibrant, radiating a joy that Julio confessed he’d never really seen in her. And, yes, she was with other people. Arms around her waist, laughter on their faces, in various states of undress and even sexual positions, all moments of intimacy frozen in time.

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abdl

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The Met Gala was a whirlwind of glamour and chaos. The red carpet was a sea of flashing cameras and eager photographers. I stood there in my silver mermaid gown, the cool fabric shimmering under the bright lights. My silver flowers in my hair added a touch of whimsy to the futuristic look. You, in your silver suit, looked like a god among men. The photographers loved us, snapping pictures as if we were A-listers.

You leaned in, your breath hot on my ear, and I thought you were going to give me a sexy bite. Instead, you whispered, “I had an accident.” My eyes widened, but I kept my composure. “It’s okay,” I reassured you, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. “Let’s get inside.” Once we were in, we ran into an old friend who quickly understood the situation. She led us to the washroom, her eyes sparkling with amusement. The changing table was tiny, barely big enough to sit on, let alone hold a grown man. You looked at me, a mix of embarrassment and relief in your eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening,” you muttered,

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tattoos

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

I was walking out the door of her building, when I stumbled upon a handsome man. He was mean looking, and had plenty of tattoos. He needed help and direction to the main office. I gave him instructions, but what seemed like a few simple steps soon became over-complicated. I offered to walk him there myself for which he thanked me kindly.

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Julie 1-844-2639 Ext 453

I’ll never forget my first night at the casino. I was having so much fun watching everyone. Some were just having fun while others were taking it very seriously. I was so curious as to how much each of them were gambling and winning. Then I saw him. He was a sexy, well dressed man that had all the women’s attention. They were surrounding him and flirting with him like crazy. It made me wonder if he was famous. Then I realized why they were all acting like that. He was winning big. I knew right then that they were all just a bunch of gold diggers. But he was enjoying the attention. He glanced across the room and our eyes met. I’m not sure how long we were staring at each other. It was as if time stopped and we were the only two people in the room. I flashed a flirtatious smile. He winked in return. And I felt a tingle run down my spine, then between my legs. I’m sure I turned fifty shades of red. He kept looking back as if he wished he could get away to come talk to me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

 Oh, I’ve been such a naughty little brat again, haven’t I? I know I deserve to be put over your knee for a good, hard spanking. My skinny jeans hug the curves of my 20-year-old college body, but they won’t protect my bottom from your strong hands.

I can already feel the stinging from your fingers gripping my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. There’s a growing bulge in your pants brushing against me as you position me in your lap. I tremble in anticipation, knowing I’m about to get the punishment I so desperately need.

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Mistress Gets What Mistress Wants pt3

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Pt2

I walked to the big desk in my office and pointed to the surface. “Bend over this. Chest flat on the surface and hands holding the edge.” My big boy didn’t hesitate. He bent right over, watching my every move. I pulled my strapon out of the bottom drawer, and his eyes grew huge.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” He quivered. I ignored him as I removed my dress and buckled the harness over my hips. Standing behind my desk in only my thigh highs, heels, and bra, I stroked the floppy eight-inch dildo and tapped it against his mouth.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I had been at my new job at the breastaurant for a little over a week and I was loving it. My manager told me that he likes to check in with new girls to see how everything is going and answer any questions. He told me to meet him in his office after my shift. I was excited to tell him how much I was enjoying my job and how appreciative I am for him taking a chance on me. But when the other girls saw me heading back to his office they were acting so weird. It was like they knew something that I didn’t. So I started getting nervous that he was going to fire me or something. Maybe everyone already knew except me. I knocked lightly on the door. He yelled to come in. So I did. He told me to have a seat. So I did. Then he asked me how everything was going and how I liked the job. I told him that I loved it and that I was so grateful. He told me that he was very pleased to hear that. I was very relieved that he seemed happy with me.

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