Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
It was time for the annual Halloween Costume Contest. When I found out that this year’s theme was going to be “Fetishes”, I just knew I had to secure my place as a judge. So I made some phone calls as quickly as possible. Luckily, I got a spot! There were going to be so many different categories! The anticipation, tingling throughout my body, and throbbing in my pussy built with excitement as the day approached.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.
My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
You’ve been such a good ABDL lately that I feel like you deserve a special mommy to give you some love. Are you looking for a special mommy for some playtime?
I love getting calls from adult babies who need to be regressed back to their toddler days. But what I love most is when I get a call from someone who says they grew up as a baby boy, but now they want to experience something different. Something only a special
mommy can give them.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
It was time for Mr. Stinky’s Fall photos. So I did some research and found the perfect spot. The huge pumpkin patch just outside of town was getting rave reviews. So I picked out the cutest little fall outfit for him. It was a soft sweater vest over a button up with khaki pants. He looked so precious. I was so anxious to go show him off to everyone.
When we got there, it was packed. So many families and photographers. I picked him up and we headed over to our spot. Everyone was looking at him and whispering about how adorable he was. All I could hear was all the little girls saying “aww, omg, look at him, he’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen”. I set him down on the pumpkin right in the middle of our little patch. He looked right at the photographer and smiled, like a natural little model. Then all of a sudden, I saw that look in his eyes. Oh no, this can’t be happening, I thought. But I knew, deep down, that it was. That’s when I started to smell it. The photographer had absolutely no clue. He just kept snapping.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I strolled hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, Ethan, through the sprawling orchard. Rows of knobby apple trees stretched before us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. We had arrived early, eager to beat the crowds and savor this idyllic fall morning together.
As we wandered deeper into the orchard, a strange, pulsating rhythm began to filter through the branches above. It sounded like a primal chant, growing louder with each step. Ethan and I exchanged curious glances, our hearts quickening in unison.
Suddenly, a burst of carnal moans replaced the chant, sending shivers down my spine. We rounded a bend in the path, and the scene that unfolded before us was nothing short of surreal.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Sissy Baby Tami is a very naughty little sissy baby girl. Recently, she was so naughty that she’d earned herself a punishment. So, I got everything ready and called her into my room. First, I put her over my knee for a good old fashioned spanking. Oh, you should have heard the racket Tami put up just from getting her bare bottom smacked. It didn’t stop me though. I continued to spank her naughty butt until it was the brightest shade of red possible. “Mommy Zoey!” She squealed kicking her little legs. “I promise I’ll be a good girl!” But I informed her that her punishment had just begun.
Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463
I want to mesmerize you with my gorgeous feet and my sexy nude stockings. Start by taking off my stilettos. I’ll wiggle my toes through my stockings because they are free. Hold my feet in your hands and show them some love. Yes, indeed. Kiss my beautiful feet through the sheer stockings.
Next, it’s time to shed my skin. Gently grab my stockings and pull them down, one leg at a time. I would love for you to do it slowly and passionately. Once they are both off, I wiggle my toes again. I’m free, I’m free! Don’t you just love my fresh pedicure and red toes?
I sit back further on the couch as you get some body lotion. You rub it in your hands to warm it up and then start to rub your hands all over my feet. You start with my left foot and then on to the right. It feels so silky and smooth as you rub it in fully and now you’ve made my feet silky; perfect for my next activity.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Being a kinky candy girl is something I feel like I was born to be. And I know it’s “taboo” to call yourself a dirty girl, but if you love who you are then who cares?!
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t ready and willing to get fucked. That’s why I love being a kinky candy girl so much. Every night I get to meet new, sexy men whose mission is to make me cum. It’s a win-win for everyone involved, especially me.
MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
I love to sensually dominate younger boys. There’s something about taking advantage of the sweet and innocent. He submitted himself to my mature experience willingly. I lured him in with my seductive maturity and lead him to my room. When they’re young like this, they’re so malleable and compliant.
Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330
I ain’t one to gossip, but Lord have mercy, I got myself into a right ol’ pickle last night! Name’s Jackie, y’all, and I’m a cup-a-coffee-over-a-size-10 kinda gal, blessed with curves that could rival a ripe peach basket. After knockin’ back a few too many margaritas at Sue Ellen’s, I decided it was high time to mosey on home. Called up that Uber ride-share thangy, and before I knew it, I was sittin’ in the backseat of a sleek sedan, my skirt ride-high and my panties drenched with anticipation.
Now, this driver, bless his heart, was built like a Greek god – chiseled jaw, smolderin’ eyes, and arms that could snap a two-by-four in half. I ain’t proud, but when that man’s hands brushed against my thigh, I felt my lady parts throb like a honky-tonk on a Friday night. Next thing I know, we’re pullin’ over on some deserted road, the headlights castin’ shadows on his chiseled features.