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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

We were parked at a park late at night where we were the only ones around. I turned and looked at Mike, and he was staring at my hands. I thought that was a little strange, but I knew him so well and I could read his mind. My little naughty friend wanted a fabulous hand job. Did I mention though, he’s itty bitty, so it’s more like a finger job than a hand job, but I liked making him happy!

I started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants so I could get his bitty out and start stroking it. He looked at me with big doe eyes and there were twinkling. He was being so naughty and devious. “You may act like an innocent little goody goody but I’ve heard the way you talk when my hand is in your pants. You’re not even close to innocent,” I said, giggling.

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My Heels Are Bigger

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My standard rule is if my dick is bigger than yours, I get to be the top. It only makes sense; no one wants to get fucked by a small dick, and I deserve at least six and a half inches if I’m going to bend over. However, since it’s the season of giving, I’ll be generous and spread my cheeks for you if your dick is bigger than my heels.

Oh, no… My heels are bigger?! You don’t even have five inches in your pants? How do you even call yourself a man?

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a woman of discerning taste, particularly when it comes to the men I allow into my tight, wet confines. You see, I must confess: I’m hopelessly addicted to a certain type of cock. Thick, meaty, obscenely girthy. That’s my kryptonite. The plumper, the better.

It all started with a particularly memorable encounter with a rugged, rotund stranger at a dingy dive bar. His girth was so substantial that it strained against the fabric of his trousers, practically screaming for attention. And once I got my eager hands on it, I was hooked. The way it felt throbbing in my grasp, the sheer promise of the pleasure it could deliver! I was entranced!

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Mikey Misses The Mark

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Mikey and I met on X. If you follow me there, you know my content is mixed. I can’t help that I’m a sensual switch. Being Daddy’s little slut suits me one day, and acting like Mistress Mommy feels better the next. So I never know which of my content a boy really enjoys until he expresses what he wants. When Mikey slid into my DMs, I checked out his profile, and there was nothing to see.

He said he was a tall Daddy with a big cock. Obviously, I was sold. It doesn’t take more than that to turn my head! He even sent me a few hard cock outline photos that made my pussy drip. I wanted to serve him like a good girl, but he kept coming up with some excuse why we couldn’t meet. His holding me at arm’s length was only making my pussy more desperate for his cock. “Please, just one night!” I begged and he reluctantly agreed to let us meet. It was so strange because he started asking all kinds of questions about how I felt about small penises and diaper boys. I just laughed it off and demanded he let me be a good little slut for his big, thick shaft!

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My Little Eugene

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I love it when my little Eugene calls me. At first, I rarely recognize his voice during billing. It comes off so masculine and in control. But as soon as I confirm that we are ready to play, he gives himself away. That firm, in-control tone weakens to a whine as he murmurs, “Oh, Valerie.” And it all comes rushing back to me. “Why are you doing this to me?”

This isn’t a man calling to use my sexy, teen body for his pleasure. No, no. not. Not my little Eugene.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

They call me ‘The Collector.’ My coven might raise a brow at my methods, but they don’t understand the relentless ache, the void only true satisfaction can fill. I am predacious by nature, preying only on those submissive men who believe their shriveled cocks are enough. They read the runes, they sign the parchments, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and fervent hope. They know the terms: if they do not measure up, they become an offering. An ornament. A keepsake.

I had another one show up tonight. A nervous young man, all trembling anticipation, stood before my altar. The scent of black candles and patchouli filled the chamber. He stripped, his body a canvas for my scrutiny. I circled him, my gaze a physical weight, assessing. My eyes, usually a calming forest green, glowed with a faint, reddish heat.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was a typical Friday evening, and I was lounging on my couch, scrolling through my phone when Max’s name popped up on my screen. I hadn’t heard from him in years, not since our ill-fated relationship ended abruptly. My curiosity piqued, I answered the call. “Hey, Max,” I said, trying to sound casual. “What’s up?”

“Hey, babe,” he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened between us. I know I messed up, and I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.” “Max, we both know why we broke up. I just couldn’t deal with your…” I paused for dramatic effect, “micro cock.” Max sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “I know, I know. But I’ve been working on myself, and I’ve been doing a lot of research on how to please a woman. I promise things will be different this time.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I remember the day I first laid eyes on your microscopic member. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pitiful sight. It looked like a shriveled up prune, a sad little nub that could barely be called a manhood. And the way it flopped around futilely, as if it thought it had a chance at bringing anyone pleasure. How adorable. And yet, how pathetic.

You tried to protest when I first threatened to cage that tiny prick of yours. “What if I get aroused?” you whined. As if your pathetic arousal meant anything to me. The only function your dick has is to bring me amusement now.

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Eric's Strip Club Adventure

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Eric is tall, really tall, and so handsome, but he has a humiliating secret. His dick is small as fuck! It’s so funny that everyone thinks he’s packing just because of his height! I thought, what better way to humiliate him even more than to take him to the strip club.

When we walked in, everyone was looking at us. With me on his arm, he looked like the man! We got a little table right in front of the stage, and I perched on his lap as we watched the dancers. I wiggled to the music but nothing was poking me. That’s when the idea came to me! “You should get a lap dance!” I jumped off his lap and signaled to one of the dancers. She sauntered over and teased her hands down Eric’s shoulders. “Hi, big boy.” She schmoozed. Ha! The joke was about to be on her.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My Daddy learned an SPH lesson and this is how.  Daddy snuck up to my room for the first time last night.  At first, I felt excited.  Here he was, my Daddy, to make my fantasies a reality.  He slipped into my bed and began to kiss and touch me in all the right places.  Daddy knew I wasn’t a virgin.  So, he wasn’t disappointed when he slipped inside me.  But I was disappointed because Daddy’s cock was tiny!  I didn’t say anything right then, I let him do his thing, kiss me, and head back to his bedroom.

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