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.

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

My brother (Dave)  works in the trades, commercial electrical I think. Honestly, I’m not sure, because all the words that men use about cars, plumbing, electrical, and the list goes on, are just way too hard for me to understand. Maybe my brain just doesn’t work as well as a man’s brain in that way. 

Something I do know, all his guy friends in the trades are so fucking sexy. They work a lot of different kinds of construction jobs, so they’re all so buff, and muscular. Most of them all also tend to love to party. 

Dave would be so mad if he knew how often I touched myself thinking about his friends. If I’m being honest, I would love to get fucked by an entire construction crew at once. 

Lucky for me, when I bought my place, Dave ensured that all his friends knew to help me out with anything I needed, he didn’t want me to have a major repair I couldn’t handle alone. 

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Polar Express

Transgender Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Polar Express, my ass. I stepped onto the New York subway with a wrinkle in my nose. Being a California girl, I’d heard Christmas in New York City was magical. The smell of this car was anything but magical. All of the seats looked stained and diseased, so I reached up and held onto the bar above my head. The car was pretty crowded, and as we took off into the chilly night, I stumbled backward and into the chest of a very handsome man.

He smiled and helped me straighten myself. The four-inch heeled knee-high boots I wore seemed to have given me weak ankles because I swear, when I looked at him, I tripped all over myself again.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

Mistress Tessa loves making you feel ALL the feels. And it DOES feel so good, doesn’t it? Spanking you with a wooden paddle; is there anything like it? I know I never want to stop. First, I start slowly with 1 spank, then 2. And by the 3rd, I start to lose my mind just a little. There comes this feeling from the 3rd that I can’t quite put my finger on, but it’s there. The tears from my eyes are all real; the exhilaration that I get from getting YOU OFF.  I would guess yours are much more gratifying. With each moan that you shudder, each tear that drops to the ground, remember I also feel it second-hand. And with every gasp that you take, it lets me to know to keep going further, or to slow it down if even at all.

Your butt looked as plump as can be, getting redder by the minute. It only made sense to continue. You started sticking it out more and more. I mean, who in their right mind would stop at that point? Oh wait… but who in their right mind would ask for such a thing.

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Mila 844-332-2639 Ext-220

 

Cum into Mila’s world, where I make sure you never have to worry about making decisions. I never said it would be comfortable, but you’ll always be sure to please me. Letting go of the reins is the best part of being a good sub. Your limits will be pushed, and your mind emptied. Good boys always make sure their domme gets what they want. Do you want a no-limits experience with the right lady? Here she is in the flesh! Many boys would be lucky to be in your shoes being offered this. Be grateful to your domme for them.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I grew up beside a pretty girl who was the same age as me. She was a spoiled little bitch. She and I had a lot of friends on our street in the suburbs back then. We all played with Barbies and listened to slutty girl bands on MTV. 

Sabrina was the girl who lived beside me. As we grew older, she and I grew apart. Her parents seemed to argue a lot, I would always hear yelling from their house. Sabrina’s mom was this old, prudish, mingy-looking bitch. Sabrina’s dad was a pretty typical-looking guy, he worked in a factory, wore New Balance sneakers, and Nike golf polos and had your typical “dad bod”. He was hot though, and he would always be outside when I was washing my Volkswagen Jetta in my tiny, barely there, pink bikini. 

As time went on, he would watch me all the time. As my cute little ass cheeks bounced walking around when I walked. When my perky tits would almost pop out of my top I could see him start to lose it.

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Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Those Beneath Me Excite Me. They always have. I can say and do things to those beneath me that I can’t do to others. Being from a small town and head cheerleader in high school, I learned the power of my beauty very young. Manipulation came easily to me. Male teachers always catered to me, and I didn’t have to give anything back.

That’s who you are. You know you’re beneath me. In fact, you are so beneath me you are nothing but an ant to be stepped on. You are a pathetic loser. You live every day knowing what a loser you really are. Well, that excites me. So give me a call so I can tell you what a small-dicked pathetic bitch you are. I’ll make you do tasks and have you spoil me, and what do you get out of it? Nothing but to be in my presence.

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Carly 1844-332-2639 ext 438

When was the las time you had sex? Was it about a day ago, a week ago, a month? What did it feel like? And who was it with? Did you enjoy yourself?

Ever Wonder How Sex With A Goddess Is?

A lot of subs come to me and ask me what I would do to them if they were in a relationship with me and I would tell them (well mostly I don’t even respond and if I do then it is only two-word phrases because I know that they just want to jerk off for free). I mean let’s be real here, you do know that you have to work your way up in order to be able to touch a Goddess body? Right? And if any Domme just let’s you touch her anytime you want then is she really a Domme?

 

I mean in order to even prick your finger against my skin you would have to have completely and utterly proven yourself to the highest of the highest degree that you are worthy in which is not hard for a lot of these men to do especially when they come in contact with me. But, I do believe that if a sub or a Domme wants to potentially engage in a sexual encounter further down the line then there needs to be a lengthy discussion on how to get to that point. A LENGTHY ONE. As no Domme should just be giving out her body to her subs to feel on so quickly because, if that is the case in order for you to keep subs then you my so called fellow Domme should really take an exit from this craft as you clearly don’t know anything about it and also that is how subs lose interest in you as well.

 

But as for you subs let me know if you have ever gotten to that point where you got to fuck a Domme. I would love to know your experience.

-Goddess Carly

Carly 1844-332-2639 ext 438

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Molly 1844-332-2639 ext 449

Being a lonely housewife, living in a big plantation house, on a big plantation lot in Charleston and having it decorated for the holiday means, my never at home husband, hired a crew to come do the work needed around the house.  The older man in charge of the crew, Mr. Hardon pulled me aside to explained that some of his workers were on work release from the local prison. However, he assured me that they were all well-mannered, but I should stay in the house and try not to be left alone with any of them.

“Some of these fellas, ain’t been around a woman in months, maybe years, and I wouldn’t want them to think a sweet lady like yourself, Ms. Molly, was available.  That could lead to all kinds of mayhem, a good southern gal like yourself could get hurt.”

 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Every little girl loves Disney princesses, including myself. The glamour and the royalty seem to be fun. After all, Megan Markle went from being on Suits and The Hallmark Channel to being a princess in real life, why can’t I do the same thing?

My vibrator was not cutting it, I was touching myself constantly because I was so wet and horny all the time.

Snow White and the other Disney princesses have always been a bit of a turn-on for me. I fantasize about all of them.

For a while, I had been casually hooking up with this guy named Ben. So I decided to make my fantasy become a reality.

I was wearing a royal blue push-up bra and a short yellow pleated skirt. My hair was curled with a red ribbon hairband. My lips, the most luscious red lipstick.

I texted Ben and told him to come over and that I was waiting for him in my bedroom. I told him to let himself in and meet me there.

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