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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s amazing what kind of ridiculous things you’ll do for a taste of my luscious behind and those perfectly perky breasts. You know exactly how I like you don’t you? Broke and desperate, with your wallet wide open and your mind completely stolen by the thought of ravishing my body.

I’ve been watching you goon, Paypiggy, and I must say, the way you squirm and sway, completely under my spell, is absolutely delicious. You surrender to me so willingly, your dignity abandoned in pursuit of satisfying my every whim. It’s almost adorable, really.

I’ve taken great pleasure in lavishing you with my attention, teasingly grazing your fingertips against the soft swells of my breasts. And then I immediately lead you on a merry chase of financial submissions. You tremble and blush, unable to resist as I deftly manipulate your money like a maestro conducting an orchestra of cash.

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prissy sissy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

They all want the same thing: to shed the heavy cloak of their ingrained manliness and embrace the exquisite lightness of a prissy sissy. To them, I am Mistress Amber, and that title is the first lesson. They come to me, not as men, but as puzzles. Rough, unrefined lumps of masculine expectation, yearning for the delicate touch of my chisel.

My studio is a sanctuary of silks and satins, of soft lighting and the sweet, cloying scent of powders and perfumes. It’s where I perform my artistry. I don’t just dress them in lace and satin, though that is a crucial step. The goal is to ultimately reshape them, from the inside out. Their posture, once broad and assertive, must become pliant, shoulders gently sloped, hands clasped demurely. Their voices, those booming declarations of male ego, must soften, rise, become breathy and almost apologetic.

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gang bang blog

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I love weiners. It’s not a secret, not really. It’s more of an operating principle. A hunger. Tonight, the hunger felt particularly strong, mixed with something colder. It wasn’t about pleasure, not exactly, not tonight. Tonight it was about filling a void, a hollow place that echoed with every breath. Three of them were already there, sprawled on the floor, passing a bottle of something cheap and smelling of regret. Two more were on their way, or so I’d been told. Good. The more, the better. More bodies, more heat, more noise to block out the silence inside my own head.

I watched them roll their eyes over me, appraising. A part of me, a small, shriveled part, recoiled. But the larger part, the hungry one, just felt a numb sort of anticipation. It wasn’t about being wanted, it was about being consumed. About letting go of the reins and letting the current take me. The first one, a burly guy named Mick or Mark, I forget, pulled me down. His breath was sour with whatever he had been drinking. There was no tenderness, no soft words.

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alien sex blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My little boudoir, tucked away in the shadows of the Neo-Quebecois arcologies, is more of an intergalactic pit stop than a massage parlour. Earthlings? Pah! They are so predictable. Most prefer vanilla sex, some maybe throw in an interesting fetish or two every so often. But the extra-terrestrials? Give me a multi-limbed sentient cloud anytime. They know how to live!

It wasn’t always like this, of course. Back on old Earth, it was all just…well, skinflute city. I can’t count how many boring blowjobs I’ve dolled out over the years. Then the galactic gates opened, the tourists arrived, and suddenly, there was a whole new world of anatomy to explore. And let me tell you, when a Tralfamadorian senator offers triple credits just to have you gently hum while they regenerate their epidermal layer, you don’t say no. Especially when their epidermal layer looks like a shimmering, bioluminescent silk cocoon. It’s surprisingly peaceful, a bit like watching a very slow, very expensive lava lamp.

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My Kinky ABDL

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

So, tell me, are you going to be my sweet, innocent ABDL or my kinky ABDL? I have a feeling that you’re definitely the latter.

I’ve told you before that some of my kinky ABDL babies take their diapers off and put big things into their little bums. Are you a naughty baby like that too? A baby who loves seeing how much he can fit inside his little ass?
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Come to me, dirty little boy.  Now come closer to mommy’s sweet and perfect ass.  Let me hear you beg mommy for permission to lick it.  Tell mommy how badly you want to slip your little dirty boy tongue in between mommy’s perfect cheeks and taste mommy’s tangy little ass hole.  Don’t worry little one.  Mommy will tell you just how good it feels.  Listen when I tell you to go deeper and harder with your filthy little tongue.

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family fun

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I walk into the kitchen, where you’re making lunch. Watching you, I can see the sweat on your back, the way your shirt clings to your skin. I walk up behind you, pressing my body against yours. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day, Paulie,” I announce. “The way your muscles flex as you move around the house, the way your jeans hug your ass. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for years, thinking about how good it would feel to have you inside me.”

You turn around, a smirk on your face. “Is that so?” you ask, your hands finding my hips. “And what makes you think I want to fuck you, Amber?” I grin, my hands moving to your chest. “Because I know you do,” I say, my fingers tracing the lines of your muscles. “I know you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years, just like I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stand before him, heart pounding, my gaze transfixed by the monstrous cock in front of me. It’s like a long, veiny python, throbbing with an ominous power. This is it, I think, the moment I’ve fantasized about for months. Is it paranoia or reality that makes me fear this gargantuan member won’t fit inside my tight, pink pussy? Only one way to find out, huh?

With trembling hands, I reach up and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft. It’s hot to the touch, pulsing with anticipation. I give a little squeeze, marveling at the iron-hardness beneath my grip. My mind races, curious as to how will I even begin to accommodate this beast?

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tramp

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I am a tramp. Or, as some like to say, une femme de la rue. I wake up wherever I fall asleep – sometimes under a bridge, sometimes in a park, sometimes with a very confused gentleman next to me. Life is an adventure, no?

I hear the whispers. “She sells herself for a few coins, you know.” “A lady of the night, that one.” They say it with a little shudder, a little sniff of disgust. They think I do not hear, but my ears, they are sharp like claws.

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Experienced Men

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Experienced men will ALWAYS fuck you better then someone your own age. It’s a scientific fact!!

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had a thing for sexy, experienced men. I don’t care what anyone says, experience in bed is worth more than anything and older men will never let you down in that department. Trust me on this.
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