Category: ForcedDraining

Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Who doesn’t love hot chocolate? I’m talking about the finest chocolate one could have. My golden brown skin, 5’6” petite frame, legs perfect for wrapping around your waist. Not to mention the most perfect perky tits a man would want. They complement my pretty face oh so well. This hot chocolate needs some special cream to add more flavor. The kind of cream only produced from that hard, thick, veiny cock that belongs to you. Once you get a taste of my hot chocolate, the sweetest chocolate treat, your cock will harden instantly. Your fat, thick head will swell and you will want to bury every inch of yourself deep inside my warm, wet love cave.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Tonight is a new moon, and tomorrow is the first day of spring. You know what that means. It’s time to manifest, it’s time for new beginnings. Time for new things that will make your life better. What is it that will make your life better? Little Rachel, at any age? A tiny, little virgin pussy? Or a barely legal, tight teen pussy? Maybe it’s a teen tease to drive you wild. How about a homewrecker that will destroy your marriage with the addictive little pussy that you can’t stay away from. Do you want to impregnate me and breed me? Or maybe you’re just a fucking loser that wants me to drain your wallet and take all of your money. Are you a sissy that wants to be dressed up and then fucked like a girl? Or do you want a babysitter that will change your diaper or have my way with you? Do you have a foot fetish? I love to wrap my tiny feet around hard dicks and feel them explode and drip warm cum between my toes. Tell me what you’re looking for. Maybe it’s me.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He loaned me out to his friends and there was nothing I could do about it. It started as a joke. He said, “You’re my perfect little toy—maybe I should share you.” I laughed. Nervous. Turned on. Then one night, he blindfolded me and whispered, “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.” I heard the door open. More than one voice. Male. Deep. Confident.

I was naked on my knees, waiting. My heart pounding. My thighs soaked. I felt like prey. Precious. Offered. My breath caught when I heard the soft chuckle of a stranger just inches from me. He kissed my cheek and said, “These are my friends. You’ll serve them tonight. You’ll take whatever they give you. But remember—you belong to me.” What followed was chaos. A beautiful, filthy storm.

Hands everywhere. Fingers in my mouth, on my breasts, between my legs. Cocks shoved into my mouth, then my cunt, then back again. I was passed between them like a favorite plaything. They slapped my ass, praised my throat, pulled my hair, marked my skin. I begged for it. I was stretched. Used. Worshipped. Degraded. And I loved every second.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Just thinkin’ bout the 1st time it hurt so good! I was walkin’ home from the bar, my head spinning from too many drinks. That’s when he grabbed me, his hand clampin’ over my mouth as he dragged me into an alley. I struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He slammed me against the wall, his body pressin’ into mine as he tore at my clothes.”No, please!” I begged, tears streamin’ down my face.”It hurts, it hurts!”But he didn’t stop. He ripped my shirt open, buttons flyin’ everywhere, and grabbed my breasts roughly. His fingers dug into my flesh, leavin’ bruises. It hurt so good. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t deny the heat poolin’ between my legs. He hiked up my skirt and shoved his hand into my panties, fingering me harshly. I sobbed, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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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.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Welcome to your goon appointment. I’ll be your goon nurse, Kayla, and in charge of your masturbation today. Please get undressed and sit back on the lounger as I prepare for the next three hours.” A soft smile crosses my face as I go back to laying out lube, toys, and other things I’ll need to keep you edged as you undress. There are four screens on the wall behind me, and as you settle into the reclined chair, I turn them on.

Four different pornographic videos begin to play. Moans and panted breathing sounds fill the small space. “According to your chart, these videos are themed to trigger you.” I glance at the screen to see a woman gargling a big black cock with drool spilling from her plump lips. When I look back at you sitting nervously, your thick dick pulses with need. Already so hard and aching. “Let’s begin.”

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447

I need a bitch. Not any little bitch, but my special little bitch. You like the idea, don’t you? But let’s see if you qualify. I am demanding, and I expect a lot. See, a good bitch only thinks of his Mistress. A good bitch is ready to drop anything and everything for my smallest wants.

If I want my house cleaned, you will rush over to do it. You’ll accept being stripped down and put into a cute maid outfit. (I do admit I have a preference for men in cute little French maid outfits.)

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Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447 Call me!

I know exactly what you want to do. You act like it’s fucking disgusting, but deep down in your perverted little head, you just want to be pushed. A deep, dark, hidden part of you wants to see how far I can make you go. I’ll push you all the way to your limit that says, “No, icky, I can’t.” But then, you want me to push you even more.

You can’t really complain. After all,  I’m making you do what you want to do. Well, maybe want is the wrong word. It’s what you need to do.  It could be so much worse than that, cum sucker.

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He Slapped Me Around

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Being a slutty little cock tease was bound to catch up with me eventually. Acting like a bitch who doesn’t care about your feelings is fun and all, but it doesn’t protect me when you decide to take charge. I’m so small compared to you. So powerless to actually stop you from making ME the bitch.

Greg taught me this lesson the hard way. We’d been flirting, and I’d enjoyed giving him blue balls for weeks. Until he finally snapped. We ended up alone in the walk-in freezer of the restaurant we both work in. Why are kitchen guys so nasty? He cornered me in the back of the soundproof box and shoved two fingers into my mouth while his other hand held the back of my head. His fingers rubbed my tongue and worked their way into the back of the throat. I was scared when I started choking, and he didn’t pull back. “Not so mouthy now, are you Bitchy Belle?”

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