1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
I am your addiction. You are a weak, beta male with money to give and love giving Me all your money… I love taking it from you. It’s a fun, twisted game we play, and you can’t help yourself. You are absolutely hooked. Today’s “game”, I will be instructing you on every move you make, every sensation you are allowed to feel. So, come into My domain, and be prepared for another day of being My slave.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
There’s something irresistible about sharing your deepest secrets with someone who truly listens. Imagine whispering your hidden thoughts into my ear, feeling the weight of your secrets lift as I take them in with gentle understanding. There’s no judgment here—only a quiet acceptance, a space where your vulnerabilities are cherished.
You’ll feel the magnetic pull as you start to open up, while I effortlessly tune into every nuance of your voice, every subtle shift in your tone. Each secret you surrender deepens the connection between us, weaving an unspoken bond, something only we share.
There’s a seduction in this exchange—a slow unraveling of your innermost thoughts. You reveal yourself layer by layer, and with each revelation, I’m right there, encouraging you to go deeper. Letting you be raw, exposed, yet entirely safe. In conclusion, the thrill comes in knowing that I will never betray that trust, never misuse the delicate pieces of you that you choose to share.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Terrible, sometimes dark things can plague a man’s mind. If he has no place to purge them, those thoughts will poison him. The worse those thoughts are, the faster they build up inside of him. If you are one of those depraved men, you know how heavy that weight is.
I’m happy to be their place of rest for a cost. I’m the ear that soaks up the nasty, naughty thoughts floating in your head. Give them to me and be pure once again. Whisper them to me in desperate confessions.
However, such a luxury isn’t free.
Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446
It’s Time to Party Piggies. Let’s both open a bottle of something good and have a little chat. I’ll tell you when to drink. And as you start feeling the drinks, I’m going to be learning all your little triggers. I’ll find all those pathetic little insecurities. The drink will loosen your tongue, you won’t even realize what secrets you are giving away, and trust me, you will regret it tomorrow.
You’ll regret it deeply when you look in your empty wallet. When you check your account online, it’ll make you gasp with shame. You’ll have to face the fact that someone out there now has the power to ruin you, ruin your life.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
This mouthy MILF knows exactly what she wants and JUST how to get it. They say for some wives, nagging is an Olympic sport, and if that’s the case, I’m a gold medalist, baby. My husband eventually gives me everything I want, even if it’s another lover because he won’t hear the end until he does.
I’ll beg, plead, and pout my sweet lips until he gives in. But it works on more than just my husband. It’ll work on you, too. No matter what I want—your time or your money—you’ll hand it over bit by bit just to make me happy.
Seeing that pout on my beautiful face and hearing that whiney pitch in my voice will crush you. You’ll do anything to make this mouthy girl happy!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It’s been too long, and now your wallet is bulging. You are in need of a spender bender, and I’m just the girl to lighten the load. I’ll slip up onto your lap and rub your chest as you sip your brain away—a little elixir to loosen your guilt. My tiny fingers tip the bottom of the bottle to ensure I get the most out of your binge.
You’ve stayed away so long, but I’ve never left your mind. Every dollar, every dime, you’ve saved just for me. You were waiting for the right night to lose it all.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Hello, again fuckboy loser. You know, I enjoy busting the banks of virgin weirdos who can’t actually attack any pussy in the real world, but what makes me wet, like really fucking drenched, is wrecking the big, bad boss’s wallet. The man. You know, the guy everyone has always wanted to be. Handsome, talented, cutthroat in business but the biggest gentleman you’ll ever meet. That guy. He’s the one I love to drain.
Both his balls and his wallet. And that guy, his wallet is always thick. Bottomless pockets for me to dig into. Fuck, I’m getting wet just telling you about it. The best part is that I don’t even have to be nice to him when I take it because he knows he needs me. He wants to let go of that all-American charm for a few hours, and the only way he can do it is by making this bitchy teen squirt while fucking his wallet.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
For a while, I had been seeing this guy named Adam. One of the nice things about it was that he knew how to spoil a girl.
Adam drives the most amazing bright lime green Lamborghini Sian, this car is sweet. Shockingly, for a 3.7 million dollar car, it cannot self-drive the way a Tesla does. Too bad, I love fucking in Teslas for exactly that reason.
Today is Monday and Adam promised he would take me post-Christmas shopping. Luckily for me, because I love shopping, especially when I’m not paying.
I’m wearing a short jean skirt, barely covering my pussy. In addition, I have on a low-cut, white cable knit crop top, a cropped light taupe teddy jacket, and tan knee-high leather boots.
Adam picks me up to take me shopping downtown, waiting in the Lamborghini is my favourite holiday Starbucks drink, an iced Caramel Brule latte.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Teen panty sniffers are like the lowest of the low. They are the most disgusting type of human beings on this fucking planet. Take my step dad for example.
The dude is addicted to the scent of my jailbait pussy, but he’s too much of a loser to admit it or do anything about it. Instead, he raids my room, looking for worn thongs or cheekies when I’m gone. Anything that may have grazed my little cunny and carried its scent.
Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446
Those Beneath Me Excite Me. They always have. I can say and do things to those beneath me that I can’t do to others. Being from a small town and head cheerleader in high school, I learned the power of my beauty very young. Manipulation came easily to me. Male teachers always catered to me, and I didn’t have to give anything back.
That’s who you are. You know you’re beneath me. In fact, you are so beneath me you are nothing but an ant to be stepped on. You are a pathetic loser. You live every day knowing what a loser you really are. Well, that excites me. So give me a call so I can tell you what a small-dicked pathetic bitch you are. I’ll make you do tasks and have you spoil me, and what do you get out of it? Nothing but to be in my presence.