Tag: fetish

Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

There’s a client at the club that really enjoys multi girl dances. Then he will choose two or more of us to go back to his place to party with him. And his idea of partying is watching us have sex with each other. But the other night, he got a little carried away. He invited three of us over. Doing what we do, we always come well equipped with a bag of goodies of course. We never know what we might need, if you know what I mean 😉

While he was making us some drinks, the three of us went into the powder room to change into our sexy lingerie. When we came out, the room was dark. He had a bunch of candles lit. And he told me to get ready for the night of my life. I wondered why he said it to me but not them. Then he told me to sit down and spread my legs as wide as I could get them. Since I had on a crotchless teddy, my pussy was completely exposed. He told the other two girls to get down on their knees, between my legs.

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Cheating

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

I see you. Don’t be shy, baby. I’ve been watching you, watching me. I see the way your cheeks are flushed, and it has me guessing you’ve been thinking dirty thoughts about lil ole’ me. I’m right, of course. That pervy mind of yours is just aching to find out what’s under my dress.

I bet you’re wondering how good I can suck a cock. Mmm, better than you’ve ever fucking experienced. It woudn’t be the first time I was caught cheating on my husband and i promise it won’t be the last either. Continue reading “Cheating Housewife Felicity Sees You Looking” →

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

I love a good finger fucking. I want it to be fast and filling. I even love it when it turns into fisting. My boyfriend likes to lie between my legs, pinning down my right thigh with his left elbow, and then he attacks my pussy with his fingers. He starts by petting my pussy lips. Teasing me until I begin to get nice and wet.

He is never in a hurry because he knows fisting is an art. Pinching my clit is another way he teases me into becoming super wet for him. When I’m ready, he fits two long fingers into my pussy. He probes and pokes. Curls his finger and drags it along my inner walls.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Even though it was just my feet, I was still so nervous about my photo shoot. When I got there, he had so many props ready. Everything from chains to whipped cream and everything in between. We took so many pictures. I have to admit, it was a lot of fun. Although I never thought I could be into feet, he made it very erotic. The way rubbed the oil on them. Then gave them a bubble bath. And oh, the warm honey felt so good when he drizzled it on. But when he squirted the whipped cream on, I think I squirted a little in my panties. I didn’t think it could get any hotter. But then he started to lick it off and my clit started to tingle. OMG, he started sucking on my toes and making out with my feet. He was so sexy. It sent shivers through my body until I had an explosive orgasm. I didn’t know how that was even possible. I had never heard of anyone having an orgasm from feet stimulation alone. But it was so intense. I want it again. I’m addicted. I think I have a foot fetish.

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abdl blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

When most folks hear “massage parlor,” they think hot stones and essential oils. And we have those, of course. My hands are good, trained to ease knots you didn’t even know you carried. But it was never quite enough, not for me, and certainly not for some of my more adventurous clients. I noticed a pattern. A look in their eyes, a certain aspect of their tension that a standard massage just couldn’t quite smooth away. They craved a different kind of release, a deeper surrender.

That’s where the “add-on” came in. It started subtly, a suggestion here, a whispered request there. Soon enough, it became my signature service, the one that keeps my regulars coming back, often with that eager, almost wonderous glint in their eyes. After a thorough, tension-melting massage, when their muscles are liquid and their minds are drifting, I offer it. “How about something truly liberating today?” I’d purr, my voice effortlessly reassuring. Many already know what I mean. For those who don’t, I explain: a comfortable, absorbent diaper, snugged just right, a return to a state of complete, unburdened freedom.

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pantyhose fetish

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I leaned against the wall, crossing my legs seductively. “You like what you see, Mike?” I asked, running my hand up my thigh. His eyes followed my every movement, and I could see his dick straining against his pants. “OH…MY…GOD…YES,” he breathed, taking a step closer. I smiled, standing up and walking towards him. “Well, you’re in luck. I have a special surprise for you today.” I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair of fresh, unopened pantyhose. His eyes widened, and I could see his dick twitch in anticipation.

“Do you want to see me put them on?” I asked, holding up the delicate fabric. He nodded eagerly, and I slowly began to slide the pantyhose up my legs, taking my time to make sure every inch of skin was covered. Once I had them on, I turned around and bent over, giving Mike a full view of my ass. I could hear him groan behind me, and I knew he was aching to touch me. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Abusive throat fucking isn’t just for brainless bimbos. I’ve concluded that every homophobic, closed-minded boy bitch needs to have his throat stretched open by this TS Goddess and my perfect shecock. Sissy whores and thirsty females jump on my cock all day long, but I’m itching for a challenge.

That’s right; I’m talking about you. The macho man always takes what he wants and demands nothing short of perfection. Your time on top is over; now you’ll kneel before me and gargle my hot spunk like a good boy.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He likes my feet, of all things. It was bikini week at work again. I had a customer that was telling me about how he’s a content creator. He said that he likes to help girls get started on subscription only websites. Supposedly he helps them make a lot of money selling content. I began to wonder if he was at the breastaurant to scout out new girls to promote.

When it was time for my break I headed out to take a quick dip in the pool. I got out so that I would have time to dry off before my break was over. By that time he had made his way outside. He was just watching all of the girls. Then he called me over to talk.  He told me that he knew how I could make some serious money. And there wouldn’t have to be any nudity involved. And I wouldn’t even have to show my face. This all sounded so perfect for me. But I wondered how on earth I would be able to do that. That’s when he told me that it’s my feet. He told me that I have the cutest little feet.

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findom blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Corey was always so eager. It was almost endearing. But then, softness wasn’t what he paid for, was it? He paid for the sharpest edge of my expectations, the cold precision of my demands, and the delicious humiliation that bloomed in his chest with every transaction. “Are you ready, sissy?” I typed, watching the ‘typing…’ indicator flicker on our private chat. A beat of silence, then his reply: “Yes, Mistress. Always ready.”

I smiled, a slow, controlled thing. He called himself a finsub, but to me, he was just Corey, my little piggy bank dressed in a perpetually apologetic expression, even through text. And a sissyboy, of course. That was the real fun of it. “Good. My new Louboutins are calling to me. They’re a rather fetching shade of scarlet, don’t you think?” I sent him a picture I’d pulled from the designer’s website – the most impractical, yet undeniably beautiful, pair of stilettos. “I think they would look perfect on me. Don’t you agree?”

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gooner

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Across the digital ether, I was spending my day with a loser. We all know the type. He wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary, just your average gooner who’d found my corner of the internet. He paid me for my time, of course. What he bought, primarily, was attention. Curated, commodified attention. Sometimes a few pics—nothing too wild, just enough to keep the illusion alive. But what he really wanted, what he truly craved above all else, were those trigger words.

You know the ones I mean. Those exact phrases, spoken or typed, that would unravel some tightly wound spring inside him. Words that would trigger him to stroke and edge himself stupid, lost in his own private loop of self-abasement and gratification. I, the puppeteer, tugging on invisible strings with carefully chosen syllables. He, the puppet, dancing to a rhythm only he could hear.

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