Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Lately, I’ve been craving a big boy. You know, a real manly man. Some hefty, masculine, blue collar, good ol’ boy who can toss my ass around and make me feel like the Goddess I am.
I can’t help but lust over greasy, calloused hands that could put me in my place with one squeeze. I want to feel small in his meaty arms. Protected and cherished. Like he’d burn the world for me, and it wouldn’t faze him in the slightest.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
From the moment he appeared at my table, a subtle electric current had formed between us. He had kind eyes, the color of warm caramel, framed by lashes that were entirely too long for a man, and a smile that crinkled the corners of his mouth just so. His black uniform, crisp and impeccable, did nothing to hide the athletic grace of his build. He wasn’t just bringing water; he was bringing heat.
“Good evening,” he’d said, his voice a low, smooth baritone. “Can I start you off with a drink?” “You certainly can,” I’d purred, letting my gaze linger a fraction too long on his lips. “And you are…?” He’d offered his name, that easy smile spreading. “Liam. And you?” “Stella.” I held his gaze, a silent challenge in my eyes. “It’s lovely to meet you, Liam.”
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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
“Please, Mama.” He whined as his cock bobbed pathetically. “I can’t take it anymore!” The snivingly bitch wasn’t even crying real tears. My hand swatted out again. Striking the head of his erect penis and sending it flying.
Precum splattered at our feet and over his naked tummy. Thankfully, his arms were tied above his head, or he might do something stupid like try to stroke himself to orgasm. “I’ll slap it as many times as I like. It amuses me. Stand there, and take it for me.”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
My true weakness is a sexy, dominant man. I know that I come across as an outgoing girl, but I’m really just a submissive teen at heart. Sometimes I love giving up all control to a dominant man and being the submissive slut that so many of you have come to know and love.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
His deep blue eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and fervent admiration, were locked onto me. A villainess doesn’t beg. She commands. That primal scent, a mix of leather and something else entirely, intensified. His earlier indignation had vanished, replaced by an unmistakable hunger. He was no longer the man about to call the authorities; he was merely a man. A man caught in the web I had so carefully, so deliberately, spun.
I straightened slowly, the motion deliberate, the ripped catsuit revealing just enough, yet leaving the rest to his imagination – or perhaps, his memory. The stiletto heels clicked again as I turned, a slow pivot that allowed the light to glide across the gleaming patent leather, across the exposed curve. I didn’t need to speak. The silence was louder than any words. It was filled with the thrum of his heartbeat, the rapid, shallow breaths he couldn’t quite control.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I’d been looking to replace my floors for a while now. The house was remodeled before I moved in, but the guy doing it was cheap, and the floors had taken a beating. They were peeling in places and separating in others, but the cost was out of this world. There was no way I could replace the entire flooring of my house at once. I’d kind of forgotten about the idea and was dealing with the horrible floors until I found out one of my guys worked for a flooring company. Jokingly, I mentioned he could come over and give me a better estimate. I reminded him I’d do anything for a discount! I think he was trying to stay professional because he asked what kind of material I was looking for, and I said something that would clean up easily because I’m known to make a filthy mess.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
I know you’re nervous about being with me sexually. You claim to be really into me yet for some reason, you aren’t sure if you can fuck a chick with a dick. Relax. It’s not like I’m going to force it on you. Mostly, I’m like every other woman you know. My skin is soft and smells like floral body wash. These tranny breasts are round and firm against your chest when we hug. My ass fits in your hand as you squeeze me close to you like any other woman.
And anal is the same with me as it is with every other girl. Except maybe there is a little more dangling bits for you to play with when you reach around me.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
Weekend Worthy, from Thursday to Saturday, doesn’t even begin to describe the filth and fire I walked into by Thursday. He sent me the game night invite with a wink emoji and the words “Dress to lose.” I wore red. No bra. And lip gloss he said he wanted to lick off. The vibe was already thick before we played a single round. Every answer I gave during the game was calculated. Every glance, a green light. When the “Truth or Risk” cards came out, I chose risk every time. Flash my tits on cam? Done. Send a voice memo of me moaning his name? Sent.
Friday night, I broke all my own rules. I let him listen while I used the toy he sent me last month—on video, with my mic on, saying his name in a whisper that made the other players beg for replays. And by Saturday? I was ruined. We played “Seduction Showdown” and he won. But I was the real prize. He said I sounded like sin. I said, “So make me repent.” We didn’t play after that. My mouth was too full to speak.
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Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
My hands rubbed together, clapping the excess chalk from my palms. I watched my competition bounce into the ring. Zesty Zoey. She might be a small bundle of energy, but she’d been making waves in the community for the power behind her strikes. She’s been known to knock girls off their feet when her firece hand meets their ass. The MC rambles off her impressive stats as the crowd gets to their feet. They are as ready for action as I am.
She’s no taller than a minute, but she sizes me up confidently. We are both wearing our sponsored crop tops and matching thongs. My tits probably weigh as much as she does but im not dumb enough to underestimate her. I give her a nod, which she returns, and then the referee stands between us for the coin toss. Zoey calls heads, and he flips the shiny coin to the back of his hand. Tails. I slap first. Zoey grips the ropes and bends over. Her feet braced for impact, but she wiggles for the crowd. Her little butt jiggles and my palm twitches. “Whenever youre ready, Lea.” The referee announces.
Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285
Chrome rails & midnight thrills were my confessions of a metro minx. The only lovers I planned to meet when I boarded that empty train—but then he stepped on, and suddenly the whole night begged to be misbehaved. The car was nearly deserted, lights flickering like a bad decision I couldn’t wait to make. I chose the back corner seat, crossing my legs slowly enough to hear my leather skirt sigh. That sound? It got his attention. He looked up. I smirked.
Game on! I held his gaze, wordlessly daring him. The train lurched forward. My palm slipped between my thighs, teasing the hem inch by inch until a breathy moan betrayed me. I wasn’t wearing anything under the skirt—tonight’s reckless promise to myself. As the carriage rattled through the tunnel, I let two fingers explore sensitive paths while the city blurred in streaks of neon beyond the windows. His eyes widened, and I leaned back, parting my knees just enough for the challenge to land.
He rose. Each step toward me echoed like a drumbeat in my ribcage. When he asked in a husk of a voice “Can I watch?”, consent tumbled from my mouth in a half-whispered yes. Continue reading “Chrome Rails & Midnight Thrills: Confessions of a Metro Minx”