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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

After lunch it was time for our wine tasting excursion. We all piled into the limo with the driver and the tour guide. They drove us out to the wine country where rolling hills of grape vines stretched as far as the eyes could see. The wineries were each more beautiful than the last. Some were very sleek, modern, and massive. While others were very old world, tuscan, and charming. I lost count of how many we stopped at. But at the last one we actually got to stomp grapes. They had men there to help us get into the barrels and hold our hands while we stomped. Being at the end of our wine tour, they realized we had already done plenty of tasting. So they held on tight as we climbed in, two girls per barrel. I didn’t expect for the grapes to feel so good popping between my toes and releasing all of their juices all over my feet. The more I stomped, the wetter I got. And I’m not talking about my feet. I was getting so turned on.

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

The other day I found myself in… lets just say a sticky situation. My mother remarried when I was young and I never liked the idea of having a step brother. As I got older I found myself liking him probably a little more than I should have. I always kept this a secret though, mom would wring my neck if she found out I had a crush on my step brother!

I probably flirted a little more than I should have because this day I definitely got what was coming to me. It started out like any other day, just a little glance here and there. Our parents said they would be out late and it was that moment I decided tonight was the night I was going to suck off my

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

I had never seen him so relaxed before. Instead of his normal turtleneck and dress shirt combo, he was wearing a loose t-shirt and a baggy sweater. His dress slacks were traded for sweats, and his ever present gloves were tossed to the side. If we hadn’t already planned out this tryst, I’d have been instantly turned on. The room swung around a little as he propped his phone somewhere on his bedding as he got comfortable against the headboard. His gaze focused on the camera and he said “Will you show me?”

I giggled into my camera and moved my phone into position on the camera mount I had setup for tonight. I crawled back into position against my pillows to show off the nightie I’d picked out. Black and dark red, with matching panties. Dark red thigh-highs held up with a matching black and red garter belt. I heard a low moan from my phone as I ran a hand up one leg. “Do you like it? I picked it out for you.”

“I wish I could touch you right now.” He said. “I would caress your cheek.”

I moved my hand to my cheek and caressed myself. “I’d… Continue reading “Late-night Facetime Call” →

Sissy Summer Makeover

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

How many of you have been waiting months now to get your sissy summer makeover? You’re so over your boring winter hair and are ready for some summer fun, aren’t you.

Well then, why do you keep denying yourself of the pleasure of a sissy summer makeover? If you know that you were meant to be a sissy slut then why are you so scared? You need to just take a deep breath, get ready to finally accept who your true self is and do this with me.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The world looks entirely different when the canopy of an ancient oak forest barely reaches your knees. To the tiny creatures scurrying below, I am a force of nature; a living goddess carved from flesh and bone. They build their fragile, intricate little lives in the valleys of my footprints; and right now, I am feeling incredibly playful.

I stretch languidly, a slow, deliberate movement that sends a low rumble through the bedrock beneath me. The air up here is crisp and the sun warms my bare skin, casting long shadows across the landscape. Looking down, I spy a bustling little settlement nestled near the riverbank. From this height, their grandest architecture looks like a collection of delicate wooden toys, and the people are mere specks of frantic energy.

I kneel, a massive movement that creates a sudden, rushing wind down in the valley. The ground trembles as my knees settle into the soft earth, crushing a few symmetrical rows of their precious crops. I lean in closer, bringing my face down to their level, letting them feel the heat of my breath. A collective gasp seems to rise from the tiny crowd as my shadow swallows their town whole.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

One of my favorite feelings is meeting someone new and realizing there is an entire story waiting to be discovered. Every person has secrets, experiences, dreams, and little quirks that make them unique, and I absolutely love uncovering them one conversation at a time.

Something is exciting about those first moments. Saying the first hello or the first laugh. Maybe even the first time you realize the conversation is flowing so easily that neither of you wants it to end. It feels like opening the first page of a book you already know you’re going to enjoy.

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Daddy Daughter

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Are you ready for a wild and crazy daddy daughter fuck fest? I’ve been such a good girl lately, so I REALLY deserve some daddy fun. To be honest, I’m always ready for daddy daughter time because while talking about fucking daddy is so wrong, it makes me so wet.

Nothing turns me on like daddy putting his tongue in my tight little pussy. He says that’s what makes his dick the hardest too – tasting his sweet girl. And I really love the taste of daddy’s dick – more specifically when it starts to leak pre-cum because then I get a taste of what’s to come…

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I helped my new friend Brady transform into a beautiful girl named Brandy. Then I taught him how to suck and fuck dicks with my dildos. He was a natural. And he wanted more. It’s as if the dildos were just a tease for him. He wanted the real thing. And I knew just the person to give it to him. Jim, the biker I met at the breastaurant.

So I got Brandy all dressed up in a little slutty dress, lacy thong, and stripper heels. Of course she wanted full glam. So we did her hair and makeup. She looked fabulous.

When we arrived at Jim’s place, I could tell Brandy started getting nervous. But when she saw him, she really seemed terrified. She was visibly shaking so I took her hand to comfort her. Jim is very big and very intimidating. And as I learned at that moment, very dominating also. He took Brandy’s hand out of mine and put it on his dick. By the look on Brandy’s face it must have been huge and hard. Jim coaxed him down on his knees with a stern hand. Then he pulled his dick out. Huge was an understatement.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I curate a lifestyle for men who have forgotten how to be small. My roster is a collection of gray suits and tired eyes who come to my door seeking the relief of total surrender. They want to be hollowed out. They pay for the privilege of letting me hold the map to their sanity. But then there is Jonathan.

Jonathan is a paradox. He’s a high-stakes litigator by day, weaving verbal traps and shaping reality so it bends to his will. He treats our sessions like a debate, pushing back against my boundaries with a smug, calculated charm. Jonathan treats my authority as a collaborative suggestion rather than a divine law. Which, let’s be honest, is quite a stupid choice for such an intelligent man.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The heat of the late afternoon sun filtered through the thick canopy of the ancient forest, dappling the clearing in shades of gold and amber. I leaned against the trunk of a massive oak, trying to steady my breathing, but my pulse raced for a reason that had nothing to do with the summer heat.

A heavy, rhythmic thud echoed through the loam. He emerged from the shadows of the treeline, entrancing and majestic. Chiron stood before me, his human torso was lean and powerfully muscled, slick with a fine sheen of sweat; transitioning seamlessly into the sleek, powerful body of a golden-bay stallion.

“You’re late,” I murmured, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

Chiron walked slowly towards me, his hooves treading softly on the moss. He stopped just inches from me, his towering height casting a long shadow over my frame. He looked down, his dark eyes burning with an intense need.

“The herd required my attention,” he said, his deep, resonant voice vibrating right through my chest. “But you always have my focus.”

The sheer proximity of him was overwhelming. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pressed my palm against his warm…

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