Gianna 844-332-2639 ext 355
I don’t understand why guys beat themselves up over the size of their cock. Small cocks are easy to fit in my mouth. I know watching porn makes you feel insignificant. Stop comparing your tiny penis to the ones you see in the porn videos. Big or small, I fuck them all.
ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639 extension 202
I have some advice for another Asian girl regarding this total tiny dick loser. Yes, Ying, I am talking to you girl. Don’t let Ronald fuck you, ever. Even on the off chance that he could get you pregnant, you don’t want that mess. Just think how fucked up any offspring of his would be.
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ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202
I have this little cuck who calls me just to have me tell him what a genetic defect he is. His name is Ronald and he really is the definition of Darwin’s nightmare. It is my job to cull out all of you inferior males so that you never have a chance of reproducing. Your family tree ends here. There is no way that your ***** is going to ever reach it’s intended destination.
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ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202
Awwe, it must really suck to be so pathetic. You can’t even get a date for Valentine’s Day. You see all of your friends and coworkers planning romantic evenings with their sweethearts but all you have to look forward to his dinner alone and your hand. Now, that is just sad.
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MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
I am known for my sassy attitude and sharp wit. I would just as soon bust your balls as anything. I mean if you come at me with your delusional, misguided nonsense, it is my pleasure to put you in your place.
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I’m a fan of COCK, as you all know but I’ve only just begun to collect my very own SLAVE COCKS. It’s an exciting thing really, however, I never would have thought that one day, little ole’ me would be taking control of a man’s most precious possession. Locking it up and throwing away the key, but here I am. Slipping a pretty metal cage over a slaves cock and delighting in not only how it looks but how it makes both of us feel.
For him, he feels trapped. OWNED and cared for. Denied and made to serve. For me, I feel powerful and in control as well as feeling the weight of being his caregiver and lover. I guess it’s just part of growing up and finding out who I am. Learning to wield the power I hold as a WOMAN. Discovering how to put a man on his knees and make him do just about anything I ask.
He was cowering beneath me now as I stood over him, the heel of my thigh-high stiletto pressing into his stomach. “Is this what you want,” I asked, twisting my heel hard, his flesh barely resisting. “Is it?” “Y-y-y-es Mistress Rhianna.” “Speak up,” I spat out loudly. “Yes Mistress!”
“Tell me what you want,” I said, my voice deceptively sweet now…. “Come on..tell me…” “I want you to …” “Go on…say it….”
“I want you to ruin me!”