xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Nothing is sexier than a man who can play power games. As a switch, some days, I want an adoring submissive, and others, I want a rough, gentlemanly Dom to put me in my place. Unfortunately, finding a man who can play both isn’t as easy as a girl would hope.
Weak men often play the submissive, and Alpha boys don’t want to relinquish control. Which are you? Can you teasingly play both and reap all the benefits?
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
“You’re wearing those nylon stockings I got you, right? I want to feel your tongue on my toes. Lick them like you love them, and I might give you a treat.” Justin’s face lights up, his eyes sparkling like the stars above. He’s always been a sucker for Amber’s feet, especially when she’s wearing her favorite pair of nylon stockings. He can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of her asking him to lick her toes. “Yes, Amber. I’m wearing them. I’d be happy to lick your toes for you.”
“Good boy,” Amber says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Come here and take off my shoes.” Justin eagerly complies, crawling over to Amber on his hands and knees. He reaches for her feet, gently removing her shoes and socks, revealing her perfect, pedicured toes. He can’t help but stare at them for a moment, admiring their beauty before he begins to lick them. Amber moans softly as Justin’s tongue makes contact with her skin. He starts at her heel, licking his way up to her toes, savoring the taste of her skin. He takes each toe into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, feeling her tremble with pleasure.
Continue reading “You’re wearing those nylon stockings I got you, right?”
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
‘Tis the season of giving, and Mama’s gone gift you your very first bra. As someone who’s always had a voluptuous upper half, I’m no stranger to being fit for breast support. I’ve learned a lot, and now it’s time I pass on this knowledge by wrapping you in a lace-trimmed, satin bra of your own!
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’m not a girl who’s easily impressed. It takes something special to make me ooh and ahh. Or a special girl. The other day, Heidi popped into chat, and it’d been a while since I’d seen her cute self. It thrilled me when she told me she’d sent me a little something, something.
I raced to my DMs and found the gem you see above. To be honest, I get a lot of sissy photos when my girlies dress up and choose to show off, but some of you don’t take the best pictures. You know what I mean? Bad lighting, dirty mirrors, cluttered background, or I have to edit out too many identifying marks. You know who you are, lol. But this! I mean, can you say, “Photo perfection!” Truly, this impresses me!
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I totally love being a slutty teen babysitter who gets to fuck all the hot dads in my neighbourhood. I mean, who wouldn’t? But recently I had a really creepy experience that ended up being crazy hot and I thought I would tell you the rest of the story.
I was babysitting for a new family one night when I started hearing weird sounds in their house. I investigated further and I swore someone was calling my name. I couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like a voice calling out “Avery…Avery”. I panicked, grabbed a flashlight and then cautiously made my way down the hallway. The whispering seemed to lead me toward the basement door.
Continue reading “A Hot Night For A Slutty Teen Babysitter Part 2”
Naughty Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216
I found the most amazing pair of red stockings. They encase my legs and make them look so long and sexy. As you look my legs up and down in them, I know exactly what you’re thinking. So, I plan to use that power that I have over you. You beg me to let you touch them. I plan to eventually, but not before you grovel and beg for permission. You know that I can make your every fantasy and dream become a reality. However, I don’t have any intention of making it an easy task for you to obtain said permission.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I never thought I’d be into this, but the moment I saw the anal beads on your bed, I knew I had to do it. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, sissy?” I tease as I hold up the beads, their smooth glass globes shimmering in the sunlight. You bite your lip, nodding eagerly. “Yes, Mistress Amber. I want to be your sissy whore.” I can’t help but laugh at your eagerness. You’re so desperate to please me, to submit to my every whim. It’s fucking hot. “Alright, then,” I say, grabbing the hem of your dress and tugging it up over your hips. “Let’s get you ready.”
I spread your ass cheeks apart, revealing your tight little hole. I can’t wait to see it stretched out by those beads. “Bend over,” I command, giving your ass a slap. You do as you’re told, bending at the waist and sticking your ass out for me. I can see the sweat glistening on your skin, making your curves look even more delicious. I press the tip of the first bead against your asshole, feeling it resist for a moment before slowly giving way. You gasp as the bead slides in, the sensation of being filled sending a shiver down your spine.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I spot you across the room, Spencer. Your eyes are fixed on me, and I can feel your gaze from here. I’m wearing my favorite shiny pantyhose tonight, the ones that make my legs look like they go on for miles. And my dress, it’s short, but just enough to give you a glimpse of what’s underneath. I bite my lip and saunter over to you, my hips swaying with every step.
“Hey there,” I say, my voice low and sultry. You turn to me, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Well, hello there, Amber. You look…incredible.” Your eyes rake over me, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. I know what you’re thinking, and I’m more than ready to give you what you want. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper…I take your hand and lead you out of the club. My heart is racing with anticipation. As soon as we’re in your room, I push you down onto the bed and climb on top of you, straddling your hips. I can feel your hardness through your pants and I grind against it,
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
You wake up with a splitting headache. When you try to rub at your forehead, you realize your arms are tied down by your sides. Trying to blink away the pain instead, as the room around you comes into focus, you don’t recognize it at all. Your tongue feels like a folded-up rag of cotton in your mouth, and you have no idea where you are or how you got there.
“Good Morning, Princess.” My voice draws your attention, but the pet name is strange. No one has ever called you “Princess” before. Youre a man; that doesn’t make sense.
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
“God, I love Halloween,” I say, looking around the crowded living room. My Super Woman costume is feeling a little tight in all the right places, and I can feel the sheer coffee brown pantyhose hugging my thighs. “Especially all these costumes. It’s like everyone’s letting their freak flag fly.”
You’re standing next to me, looking equally as good in your Robin Hood outfit. The pantyhose under your tights are a nice touch, and I can’t help but imagine what’s underneath. Continue reading “Stroke To My Pantyhose Pt. 4”