Shrinking Man

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I know that many of you have dreamt of being small, but is there anyone out there who has actually become a shrinking man? Who has taken their fetish to the next level so that they can experience what it’s like to be teeny tiny?

For one of my callers that’s exactly what happened. You see, David had always been an ordinary man leading a humdrum life. That was until the day he stumbled upon a mysterious antique store hidden in the corner of a forgotten alley. The shop’s sign simply read, “Curiosities and Enigmas.”

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Dance On my pole

Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Slide over here, little sissy girl. Let me have a good look at you. Don’t play shy with me now! You told me how much you wanted this. Your first time with a Goddess like me. I can see how excited you are inside of that slutty, lingerie you’ve put on just for me.

You said you wanted us to match, and we do. Suspender stockings, crotchless panties in soft pink with push-up bras to match. I sure feel girlie, do you? Your six-inch heels make such a pretty sound on the floor as you saunter back and forth. You look ready to dance on my pole now, so like I said, “Slide over here, little sissy girl.”

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Hot Teen Babysitter

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I’ve always loved being a hot teen babysitter, especially if the dad is fuckable. But around this time last year I had a really scary experience while babysitting one night. I figured that since it’s almost Halloween I would tell you about the scary yet sexy night.

It was one of those spooky nights where you just feel on edge and keep looking behind you to see if anyone’s there. The wind howled through the trees as I sat nervously on the couch, trying to distract myself with a book. I was babysitting the Andersons’ two kids, Jessica, and Max, for the first time, and the old, creaky house seemed to have a life of its own. I normally wouldn’t venture to this side of my town, but Mr. Anderson was so fucking hot I made an exception.

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Tessa (1-844-332-2639) ext. 445

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Warning:
Watch out boys; she’s on the prowl. That caramel juicy ass, those mysterious and devious deep brown eyes… she can’t help how she was built. She’s got a big, bad, craving lately. The desire for this particular hunger never ever goes away, but sometimes if the cock is good enough, it holds her over for a few days at most.

All you big daddy’s out there with a cock that’s worthy of praise and stroking, I’m looking for my next victim. The bigger and thicker, the better. Oh, I almost forgot. I’m also known for being a home wrecker. That’s right. I’m Tessa, the homewrecking MILF.
You better either keep your cock on a leash, or let me find it and I’ll be doing what I want with it. Warn your wives not to let you out past your curfew. Or… maybe they want to watch as I do things to you that they refuse to do… or I just do it 100 times better.

house

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

My horny little in-house fuck boy slave thought it would be a good idea to crawl into my bed while I was sleeping. Yes, my body is designed for a man to press up against it, but fuck, boy slaves are not men. Their dicks are far too short, and it isn’t his place.

An in-house fuck boy’s sleeping place is in the pet bed, on the floor, at the end of my bed. I know my sleeping naked must have been too much for him horny mind, but I don’t give a fuck. What he did was unacceptable. Daring to press against my skin without permission? That boy had to pay.

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MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236

Come out, come out wherever you are. Since all you want to do is stroke it, Halloween will be your big chance to bring out your little cock. We both know you can stroke that little thing constantly. You can hide him under a dumb costume on Halloween and no one will even notice. You can be the biggest pervert on the block.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Do y’all remember when Twilight was super popular, and it’s all girls thought about? Having a moody, immortal boyfriend who loves you so much, he’d break your heart just to keep you safe. Then when you cuck while with a werewolf, he’s having like none of it and hurries back into your life to knock you up?

I mean, basically, that’s how the story went, but it isn’t the only tale that makes a woman’s heart beat fast for the nonliving. Interview with a Vampire was another Lestat de Lioncourt was just another man with ice-cold hands who made my pussy overheat. I guess you could say I’ve always had the vampire fantasy thrill my mind.

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Tessa (1844-332-2639) ext. 445

Without a doubt it’s true, you want to shower me with gifts galore. And we both know I’m worth it. As you can see, there really isn’t anything I love more than putting a nice dildo in my mouth, to show you just what I’m capable of, and exactly how I’d be working your cock. The way it feels, there’s really nothing quite like it. Tessa does tricks with her mouth, and her tongue. The possibilities of earning my rewards are endless…

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Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

From the moment we met, it was inevitable. We both knew you’d become my cash slave. The cards were stacked against you. I’m a manipulative, beautiful little bitch, and your inability to control your little prick makes it impossible for you to keep your wallet closed.

The only value you possess is in your wallet, and you know it, which makes it easier for both of us. There is no pretending that I like you or that I’d ever be into you. No, you know better. You aren’t that stupid. Yet, you invite me on your lap, stuffing twenties, fifties, and the occasional hundred-dollar bill into my bra, and I wiggle against you so we both get what we want.

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Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

We entered the gym, and the lights shut off. Someone let out a horrible scream from the opposite side of the room, and then I felt hands grabbing my waist. I screamed and kicked, but whoever had grabbed me was much stronger. The wind was pushed out of my lungs as they hauled me over their shoulder and rushed into the high school locker room.

It was too dark to see who or what was carrying me. They carried me easily, no matter how hard I thrashed or pounded my fists on their back. The locker room lights flickered, making me dizzy as my fear swirled through me. I watched helplessly as the lockers and benches were passed, and my captor carried me into the shower stalls. Their fingers dug into my thighs as I dropped me from their shoulder to the shower floor. I tried to scramble up to my feet, but a high-heeled boot planted itself in my chest, and a feminine voice said, “I don’t think so bitch.”

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