Sherry 844-332-2639 ext 399
I can tell something was stirring in my heart, it yearned for something more, a night filled with pleasure and pain. My full desire is to lure men and women to their knees. My beauty demands obedience. I am the sultry seductress, a temptress who lures in unsuspecting souls with my irresistible charm Continue reading “The Temptress”
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
In the heart of Mother’s Day, the air thrummed with the sweet scent of gratitude and familial love. Amidst the festivities, Laylene, a young woman with an alluring allure, had an unconventional plan to honor the occasion.
Laylene believed that the best way to show her appreciation for the mothers in her life was to give them a special treat: a night off from their fatherly duties. And what better way to do that than with a slutty little girl like herself?
Donning a scarlet dress that left nothing to the imagination, she sauntered into a bustling bar, her hips swaying provocatively. Her smoldering gaze swept the room, landing on a group of fathers who had escaped the confines of their domestic bliss.
Continue reading “Laylene Takes Care of the Daddy’s on Mother’s Day”
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
In the veil of night, Laylene emerged like a shadow, her eyes gleaming with a sinister allure. She prowled the streets, searching for her next conquest. Her heart surged with anticipation as she scanned the scene. Amidst the dim lights and faint whispers, she spotted her target: a lone man, vulnerable and unsuspecting.
With feline grace, Laylene approached her prey, her voice honeyed and beguiling. She lured him with promises of pleasure, promising a night of ecstasy that would leave him craving for more. The man willingly followed her to her secluded abode, unaware of the sinister intentions that lurked within.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
You are definitely gonna need to catch up with part 1 first – so click here before you go on.
So the weeks and months went by as Mistress Laylene and her girls searched bars throughout the town. Luring in all the males that were left dazed by their sheer beauty. While hundreds were coming in, all being given the same treatment as Tom/ Tami. As Mistress Laylene drove from bar to bar, a shiver ran down her spine and her panties became damp. Wielding such powerful control over all pathetic loser males, attracted to her sheer beauty. She laughed wickedly as to how easily her plan was working, to decimate these small towns, of all males. Long ago Laylene had been done so wrong by males in her relationships that she had promised herself there would be revenge. The wrath of Laylene was in full motion, with no stopping it.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
You sulk around as if you are invisible, but you aren’t. I’m fucking watching you, loser. Men like you think no one notices you as you gawk at pretty girls or, worse, take pictures of them. Creeper pictures that you’ll jerk off to later when you’re alone. Thinking about how close you got to her. If you could smell her, how you would never be with someone like her. You disgust me, and you definitely aren’t as unnoticed as you think. Continue reading “I’m Watching You Loser”
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
I have always been a bit of a thrill-seeker, someone who likes to push the boundaries and explore the unknown. So, when I heard about a secret club that catered to people with darker, more perverse desires, I couldn’t resist. I wanted to go on a kinky adventure, one that would satisfy my craving for the taboo.
The club was rumored to be in an abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. It only opened its doors to a select few, those who were brave enough to embrace their darkest desires. I knew I had to be a part of it, and I was determined to find a way in.
After weeks of searching and researching, I finally found the entrance to the club. It was a small, unmarked door hidden behind a dumpster in an alleyway. I took a deep breath and pushed it open, my heart racing with excitement and nerves.
Peeping Toms are everywhere. You never get to see them most of the time, because they’ve gotten that good at being pervs. If a lady ever thinks her life is seeming a little tame, no weird guys hitting on her. Like, a hundred percent of the time it’s because she has become a target of a group of goons. It always sounds so eighties but I swear, it is still a thing. A lot of them do the classic peeping in windows or hiding in the bushes to watch ladies get in their cars or walk to work. Little stalkers.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
Therapist Laylene’s newest – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.
Oh? You did what? My dad’s cock looked so interesting, but I didn’t know how to tell him, and I didn’t want to look clueless or unsure around him, so I played with my brother’s cock first.
Older or younger brother, I asked.
Younger. Much younger.
So, Polly is a molesting whore herself, and not just any kind of molesting whore, but the mind that molests younger brothers.
Tell me what you did to your much younger brother you filthy whore.
Well, he was sitting playing with his toys and I got on my knees, opened his legs, pulled his cock out of his pants, and started sucking on it.
What did you think of it, Polly?
I liked it, she told me. Liked what, I asked.
I liked the way it got hard and I liked the power I had. I liked the way it tasted. I like the way it felt in my mouth.
Did your brother like it? No, he didn’t.
Why didn’t you stop? Because I liked it, and I didn’t care about him.
Continue reading “Hey Guys Meet Polly – Therapist Laylene’s Newest – Part 2”
Tessa 844-322-2639 ext. 445
You walked into the room for your 1st Sex Therapy session with Tessa. You had this immediate frustrated look on your face, and demeanor as a whole. It gave me this innate feeling that we were going to delve into some tough terrain. I knew something was up, or down more like it. You walked inside with your head down, which seemed to portray some type of shame or sadness.
I asked, “Hi! So let’s talk a bit about what has brought you here”. And then the walls started cumming down on you. They were imploding. It was your time to be in the spotlight. You knew that at some point you were going to have to talk, it just felt so painful. I could sense it. You finally brought yourself to say, “My wife caught me jerking off one day in the shower, and has refused to have sex with me since”.