I’ve been a cheating girlfriend!
You’re so sweet and kind and you spoil me so much. We always do what I want to do, see the movies I want to see and eat at my favorite restaurants when you take me out for a night on the town. I couldn’t ask to be treated more like a princess than I already am. You’re almost the perfect boyfriend.
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
Nothing has changed. You are still the same old pervert. Whenever you see a young, hot girl like me that old pecker of yours comes alive, doesn’t it? There is an immediate response and there is nothing fatherly about it. Even though you are old enough to be my dad or even my grandfather, you are still perving on young girls.
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WICKED RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253I have a very special gift. Wanna know what it is? K…I’ll tell you, straight up. And that way you can’t whine like the pathetic little fuck you are and say I didn’t warn you! I have the gift of making men totally weak and vulnerable with my devious mind and hot young body.
And I will make your cock throb even while mind fuck you within an inch of your worthless life. I’m inside your head, laughing as I destroy you. And the most priceless thing of all? Your cock and mind ache to be owned and manipulated by a wicked alpha bitch like me….
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
You seriously are the delusional, middle-aged man aren’t you? You really thought that you would leave your dumb wife and spend the rest of your life with your hot, young and sexy as fuck mistress. Oh, it was fun at first – you lavishing me with cash and gifts. The surprise trips to the beach, shopping sprees, etc. But then reality hit you. Your marriage was in ruins and you were now not the baller you once were.
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Finally, I call that sassy submissive and invite him over for an Erotic Wrestling Phone Sex Fetish session. I invite him over to my dungeon loft where I have a large exercise mat as well as all the various tools of my trade as a Dominatrix. When he walks in the door, I can tell that he’d psyched himself up to win, but I see it melt away when he sees me. I am wearing a barely-there string bikini top, very tight, silk hot pants, and high-heeled Doc Martin lace-up, knee-high combat boots. I’m sure the contents of my dungeon were surprising too! “What are you waiting for?” I say, breaking his revere. “Are you having second thoughts?”
He steps onto the mat and I’m on him in a flash for some hot Erotic Wrestling PhoneSex. First, I need to secure him and then I will get down to the serious sensual domination part of our playtime. He is surprisingly quick and grabs my wrists, but I’m ready. I slam my wrists together, pinch his thumbs, and force him to release. As he winces in pain, I get behind him, wrap my arms around his neck, and climb onto his back. Continue reading “Erotic Wrestling Phone Sex Fetish Play with Gwen”
I’ve seen this guy in my local Victoria Secrets for months now. He works there but he always acts very odd. Every time I go in there to buy something new and sexy I see him. But he isn’t behind the counter and he is never helping a customer. He is almost always straightening the clothing or putting new clothing out. One day last week I watched him he was putting out panties.
I couldn’t believe it when I saw him grab a pair and slip them into his pocket. At first I kind of just smiled. Thought he just wanted to steal them. But then he walked to the dressing rooms. I followed him. He went into dressing room and shut the door. I laid on the floor and watched him under the door. He took off his pants and underwear and put on his new panties he took from the stock floor.
MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 x 262
Could you be any more of of a useless loser? You sit there with that pathetic excuse for a cock in hand, helpless, vulnerable, but oh so aroused–moving only if I allow. Stroke it now, that’s it, stroke it at my command–and now STOP– and EDGE EDGE EDGE. That’s right, you feeble little worm. Stay right there on that edge. And then we go again. Stroke that absurd cock while I laugh at how you are so sad that you have to call me to tell you how to stroke it and then pay me to tell you you cannot come until I tell you you can!
And that is if I tell you because I am a capricious creature and part of my charm is that you never know what fresh agony and humiliation I have in store for you. I especially like watching you on Skype because then I can even more mercilessly mock your inadequacy because I actually *see* you though believe me, it is not a pretty sight. But it does amuse me rather.
I knew I had to work with Alexus the minute I saw her thick strong cock. There’s way too many of you annoying sissies that need your ass fucked raw. Alexus and I hit it off well and have decided that we’ll team up and be the best ass destroyers that you’ve ever met. We can’t wait to make you squeal.
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You’ll tell me everything. I bet you’ll sing like a jailbird when I finally have you in my clutches. Every man feels weak in my presence. It doesn’t take long for them to open up their hearts and minds to me. They’ll spill all their darkest thoughts and won’t be able to stop. Say goodbye to your self-conscious because my mind fucking phonesex will end you.
DARK GODDESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262
Daily you begged me for it. Over and over again, you were relentless in wishing upon yourself the most deviant, cruel and diabolical treatment that any man could ever receive.
And so, by popular demand, I bring you–Goddess Jasmine’s Pathetic Loser Therapy Sessions. As you know, I delight in playing mind games. For I find that when I fuck with your mind cruelly, when I twist and turn that feeble brain around and around, again and again, confusing you, swiftly, skillfully, subtly manipulating it, your body follows.
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