Gianna 844-332-2639 ext 355
So many guys approach me just to tell me how small their dick is. They seem to get off on me laughing at them over how puny their little baby dicks are. I love when a guy isn’t afraid to jump on Skype to show me exactly how small it is. My favorite tiny cock caller always asks me to come up with good jokes about how pathetic his dick is. It’s so sexy when a guy can laugh at himself.
On her knees, Kayla waited like a good little girl. Her lips parted wide and her pink tongue hanging out, craving the tasty spunk he was sure to coat her in. Her tiny hands smoothed up and down his muscular thighs, encouraging him to finish all over her face.
That first rope of creamy JIZZ shot out of his tip and splashed over her cute cheeks. She leaned forward to seal her lips around his cock head. Hungry to suck out every SAVORY drop of his cum.
Mistress Collette — 1-844-332-2639 ext 383
Hey lover, I’m glad I caught YOUR attention! It’s too sad that many men assume that if I’m a sexy dominatrix, I am not girlfriend material. Being dominant in every aspect of my life does NOT mean I don’t enjoy being spoiled and treated like your one and only princess.
I bet you think of me and view me as the kind of woman that you would worship and adore. I enjoy a nice cock to pleasure me, and I’m not a bitch always 😉 I can be your equal or your mistress. I love to dominate losers, and at the same time, I also love being spoiled by worthy men. I have a new lover, we met online and his cock makes my pussy tingle.
His heavy eyes blinked open to find Kayla squatting by his side. Her eyes laser focused on where her hands were massaging his swollen SACK. A painful groan rumbled in his chest before he realized he was strapped down and at her MERCY.
His big body tried to thrash but it was no use. The straps holding him were unbreakable. Prince Charming’s cock stood straight up, encased in the vacuum like milking machine that Kayla had yet to turn on. He started to ask questions. To panic and yell. He wanted to be let go. Kayla giggled as she straightened and lifted a ball gag to his mouth. He turned his face away, clamping his firm lips shut but Kayla just pinched his nose until he could hold out no longer.
I wanna play a game!! How well do you think you know me? Do you know me well enough to guess what I’m thinking about while I’m MASTURBATING? I’d love to find out!
First, I want to have a “Caption this” contest except its a “Comment what I’m thinking about while I plunge my fingers into my TIGHT, HOT, PUSSY” game!
Kayla awoke to the sound of the doorbell. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up on an unfamiliar couch in and unfamiliar living room. The room was one she was sure she’d never seen before but couldn’t help but feel that maybe she had visited it once somehow. Maybe she’d seen it on TV? The whole room was open and expensive looking, with lots of bright sunshine flooding in from a glass wall to her left.
On unsteady feet, she makes her way to the front door and pulls it open to see who’s on the other side. A plumber? The man on the other side is tall and wide. Wearing a blue jumpsuit that was opened at the chest with a bit of a white, ribbed, cotton tank top peeking out.
Ever since she could remember, Kayla dreamed of meeting her very own Prince Charming. The kind of knight in shining armor that would scare away her demons and hold her tight the whole night through. She imagined what it would be like to be the LADY OF THE HOUSE. In a big castle where she would cook and clean and be an OBEDIENT WIFE.
However, in all of her dreams, she didn’t imagine the thick cuff locked around her ankle that kept her chained inside her fake little house. For it wasn’t a home she ended up in, but a prison and that Prince Charming she’d always longed for? Instead, he was MONSTER like she’d never known could be possible.
The kitchen was a mess! Sprinkles and flour covered the floor. Baking CHRISTMAS COOKIES has always been a favorite tradition of mine however, I tend to SWALLOW more icing than I put on the cookies. I wore only a baking apron when he stepped into the house and dropped his briefcase. His heavy footsteps drew nearer and I looked around knowing I was going to be in trouble.
“What have you done?” He asked with a smirk. “This won’t do!” His tongue clicked against his teeth to tsk me. With a grin, I licked red icing from my fingertip and shrugged.
“I wanted to leave Santa some yummy cookies,” I explained INNOCENTLY.
Kayla Cumsalot 18443322639 EXT 357
It’s time for GAME NIGHT and I’m so EXCITED! We’ve played this game before but I just love it so much we are going to play again!
The rules are simple. I’ll post a word cloud graphic in chat and you silly PERVS have to guess the ONE word I’ve chosen. The first guy to guess my secret word first will earn a point! After eleven graphics, the man with the most points will win a FREE 15 minute call with any of the DOWN TO FUCK GIRLS who are online during the game.
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230
Today is Game Day and I would love to see you there. Be in the Phone Sex Candy Chat Room at 2:00 p.m. (E.S.T.) for my very own version of Dirty Santa. You can win a free 15 minute call with one of Santa’s Phone Sex Elves. These are the sexiest vixens on the internet so you are definitely in for a treat.