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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I glanced at the screen, and a name I hadn’t seen in over a year popped up: Scott. My ex-boyfriend, Scott. I stared for a second, wondering if it was some kind of mistake. Then the text itself loaded: ‘Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone, wanted to make sure you had my number.’ Um, why? Seriously. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but a reply felt unnecessary. What could he possibly want? And why now, after all this time? It’s been a full year since we spoke, since he walked in on me and Greg, since our whole world imploded.

I mean, ‘imploded’ sounds dramatic, but for me, it was more like a necessary demolition. Scott had become a lump. When he lost his job, I tried to be supportive, I really did. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and he just moped around the apartment, expecting me to pick up all the slack. Rent, groceries, bills – it all fell on my shoulders. It was overwhelming, frustrating, and frankly, I was drowning. I just needed an escape, you know? Something, anything, to make me feel alive again.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out as just a typical Monday morning at the gym. I was wearing my little white spandex shorts with no panties, of course. And my little white sports bra to match. There was this one guy that kept staring at me. Every time I looked at him, he would turn away and pretend he wasn’t looking. I decided to mess with him and tease him a little bit. I bent over intentionally. I knew my shorts were pretty much see through. And my sports bra pushed my tits together giving me massive cleavage. I was having so much fun. It was turning me on to be honest. Because I saw the massive hard on protruding through his shorts. We both needed to cool down. So I headed to the pool. I slipped into a changing room and put on my new neon pink bikini. When I opened the door, there he was. Like right there, blocking me from stepping out. “What are you doing?” I playfully asked with a flirtatious giggle. But his eyes were serious. He let himself in and locked the door behind him.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I couldn’t help but laugh as he stood there, bare and exposed, that tiny excuse for a cock twitching pathetically under my gaze. “Wow,” I laughed arms crossed as I tilted my head. “This is what you’ve been so desperate to show me? This little thing?!!” His face turned red, but I could see the way he was shook by my words. He loved this. He needed it. A loser like him had no other purpose but to be put in his place.

“God, you’re pathetic!” I sighed, stepping closer, running a single finger down his chest before stopping just above his worthless little cock. “This is why you’ll never be a REAL man. This is why no woman would ever take you seriously. You exist for one thing, and one thing only—to be a tiny, desperate loser at my feet.”

His lips parted as if he wanted to speak but he knew in the presence of Miss Trini he was not allowed to. His tiny cock convulsing like it actually thought it had a chance. I laughed. “Look at it. Struggling, trying so hard to be something, but it’s just… fucking useless! You’ll never please me with that. You’ll Continue reading “Small Penis Humiliation: Tiny Excuse” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 45

Hey there, besties. It’s your girl with the tightest pussy on campus and I’m back to tease you some more. You wish you could slide your dirty fingers into my pink little pussy, don’t you? Mmm I’ve seen how you look at me – undressing me with your eyes, imagining all the nasty things you’d do to this hot young body if you had the chance. Well too bad, so sad!

You’ll never get to touch my perfect tits, bite my nipples, spread my cheeks, or tongue my clit. Only real men get to experience goddesses like me. And trust me, you’re far from it. All you’ll ever get is to goon to my pics and voice you pathetic simps.

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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.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My sissy has been a naughty girl. He failed to complete his feminization tasks on time and tried to rush through them. Tsk tsk. Such a shame he couldn’t be a good slutty girl for me. Now, he must be strictly punished.

I’ve had this chastity device that was just begging to meet my sissy’s useless cock. It’s a snug stainless steel cage that will lock his pathetic prick up tight. No more cumming for him! He won’t feel a twinge of pleasure until I allow it. And given his recent misbehavior, that could be a long time coming.

I cuffed his wrists and bent him over my knee. “Count out loud sissy,” I demanded as I spanked his bouncy ass. “Count how bad a boy you’ve been!” The cage was attached as he wiggled and whimpered. “No cumming for you, you bad girl! Only Mistress Diana gets to decide when this useless thing comes out.” I gave him one last hard spank that made him yelp. Continue reading “Bad Sissy!” →

Fall For Francie xXx 844-332-2639 xXx 208

I’ve got a taste for Vore. Have you heard of it before? Do you know what it entails? Why don’t you have a sip of this unique drink as I tell you all about how exciting it is to have an erotic desire or sexual fantasy to consume someone?

Ah, yes, I see the potion is working quickly! Look at you shrinking before me. After all, you understand, I couldn’t swallow a grown man, don’t you? So I simply had to make you smaller to eat you as I planned.

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Teen Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

There is a little whore here that I like to play with. I am sure he would love if I spouted his name everywhere, so I won’t do that haha. “B” is quite the manwhore. Whenever his little self comes knocking on my door, I know I am in for a treat. All that guy wants is for a cutie like me to tease and edge him, never wanting his hand to come even close to touching on that hard cock of his. For someone like me, I just can’t get enough of seeing that sticky precum leaking out of the tip of a cock, so desperate for teen pussy but not being able to get it!

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I'm Watching You Loser

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” →

Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

That teeny tiny clitty; what in the world do you do with it anyways? He walked right up to me, the guy who owned it, and he pulled it out so that I could see. He was wearing a trench coat. If you’re going to be proud of something, let it be your 8 or 9 inch cock, the one that sluts can’t wait to get challenged by. He was creepy, first off. I had seen him checking me out, waiting to come over and talk with me way before he approached. The only thing left I could think to call it was a Teeny Tiny Clitty.

He opened his trench coat, and asked me if I wanted to see something that he wanted to show me. I looked at him, apprehensive the whole time. The look in my eyes was of curiosity, but also of fear. What was he going to show me? I couldn’t help but think about it. A guy wearing this outfit that he was, walking towards me, stalking me for minutes before. The suspense was driving me wild. And then it happened. Continue reading “That Teeny Tiny Clitty” →