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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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family fun

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Jorge emerged into my life every so often, bringing with him a fetish that most would consider very taboo: his mother. You see, theirs is a relationship that simply doesn’t fit into any of the neat boxes society has constructed. It was during one of these calls that Jorge first spoke of the attic discovery, a trove of old photographs. He described finding pictures of his mother from a time long before he was even a twinkle in her eye.

These weren’t just any old family snapshots; they were stunning, provocative images of a woman in various states of alluring undress, capturing a bygone era’s essence of beauty and sensuality. I remembered the thrill of seeing them for the first time, a genuine appreciation for the artistry and the raw, uninhibited glamour she exuded, making her truly a regular pinup girl, a testament to timeless allure preserved on faded paper.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I had no idea what I was in for that day with the pervy acupuncturist. From the moment I stepped foot into the little old house, I knew this was not the typical acupuncturist’s office. His receptionist/wife showed me to one of the treatment rooms. Laying in just a robe and panties under the warm blanket felt so good that I dozed off waiting for him. I was awakened by what sounded like a muffled moaning. But it stopped immediately. I wondered if it was dream or just my imagination. Then he walked through the door. He didn’t waste any time. He was serious and straight to the point. I told him that my main concern was lower back pain. He opened my robe and looked at my body. Then he laid them on my shoulders, closed his eyes, and grazed down my body. He immediately told me about a couple of other issues that I was having. And he was exactly right! At that point, I knew he was intuitive and knew what he was talking about. He had my trust.

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nuts

☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏

Mommy Anna began to indulge in therapy to prevent her from spanking naughty Ronnie and his cute little sister Zoey. The therapist suggested that every time Anna was overcome with the urge to spank Ronnie & Zoey, that she should crack some nuts. So Mommy Anna ventured out and bought pounds of walnuts, and a cracker to be able to practice this.

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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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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

I stroked my finger down my cuckold husband’s cheek and chin.  He shivered as I leaned closer so only he could hear me.  “You’re going to be a good boy.  Sit in that chair and watch me get fucked.” I whispered.  He smiled in reply and leaned back in the chair.  I reached down and pulled his boxers down tucking them under his balls.  His cock already erect and dripping before I reached down and gave it five strokes.  “I deserve that giant cock over there.  Now beg him to fuck me,” I told him.  He looked right over at my entertainment for the evening.  “Please, sir. Fuck my wife the way she deserves,” he pleaded obediently.

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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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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

“Teen Pussy is my weakness, especially virgins”, he whispered. Of course that got me wet. Nothing turns me on more than an older man with a thing for younger girls. Especially when they are married. I love to think about them fantasizing about me while they are fucking their wives. Wishing it was my cute, tight, sweet, little pink pussy instead. I know it makes them cum so hard when they pretend that it’s me. It’s so fun to flirt with them and tease them when they are with their wives. It’s such a thrill to see how much we can get away with while she’s not looking. And how crazy I can make him. I love seeing them get hard in their pants and try to hide it from their wives. She probably hasn’t been able to get him hard in years. But I can do it without really even trying. Because all he has to do is think about my young little pussy. It’s really fun when it’s at work because it gets me some really big tips.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Oh pet, I hope you are ready to lick them! I sashayed into the room, my slender legs and stiletto heels drawing the gaze of all who dared to look. I reached up to smooth a stray lock of blonde hair behind my ear, a coy smile playing on my lips as I eyed the trembling figure on the floor, prostrate before me like the lowly worm he was.

“Stand up, my pet,” I commanded, my voice dripping with disdain. “You have a task to complete, one befitting your station.”

As he rose on shaky legs, I began to walk in small circles, making sure to drag my heels across the plush carpet, leaving a trail of dust and potential filth in my wake. I could sense his eyes, wide with a mix of fear and longing, fixed upon the soles of my feet, now coated in the dirt of the room.

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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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