Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I love being a teen tease, especially for your cock. And I know that I could drive you totally crazy with what I could do to it. So how about the next time you’re in need you let this teen tease have some fun with you?
I’ve always been a little bit of a teen tease. So during my first week as a phone sex girl when I got a call from a man who wanted to be teased I was super excited!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
I paced the hallway, wringing my hands together. The constant crying from the bedroom had faded now to dull whimpers every now and then. The twins were scared and growing tired, the special drinks I’d made them at lunch finally kicking in. The door opened, and I skipped into Chris’s arms. He hugged me tightly and kissed my neck. “Are they ready?” he asked while brushing past me to open the bedroom door.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
“Oh! Oh, Mommy,” Collin cooed. His big hands skimmed up the back of my thighs, then cradled my ass cheeks. He pulled me down on the silicone strap-on screwed into his sissy cage. “Am I doing good, Mommy? Am I fucking you like a real man?” I hovered over him and teased my lips over his. The tacky lipstick I’d layer over his mouth smeared between us, and I bounced a bit harder.
Filling myself with the most perfect dildo. A gasp of pleasure slipped from my lips to wash over his mouth, and from under me, he bucked his hips up. Through hooded eyes, I could see my sissy was wide-eyed with an eagerness I’d never seen before. “I am doing good!” He gushed under me, pulling me down as he bucked up. “I’m going to make Mommy cum!”
Cece 1 (844) 332-2639 ext 215
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
Mark was late for our scheduled evening review by exactly four minutes. In my world, tardiness was an unacceptable lapse in discipline. “You understand why punctuality matters to me, don’t you, Mark?” I asked. My voice was purposely devoid of warmth, serving as a reminder that my patience was not an infinite resource. His eyes darted away for a split second before I tightened my grip on his chin. Just enough to demand his absolute, undivided attention.
I’d built my reputation on precision and absolute obedience, and I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate sloppy habits from anyone, especially not from Mark. “Good,” I said, while letting go of his face and stepping back slightly. “Kneel.” It wasn’t a request, nor was it phrased as a question. He dropped and his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud that echoed softly in the quiet room. I looked down at him and slowly adjusted my cuffs as I let the silence stretch out, forcing him to marinate in the consequences of his careless mistake.
Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455
I waited until mommy’s soft snoring drifted down the hallway then slipped out of bed in nothing but a Tshirt and a pair of pink panties. The house was dark and quiet as I walked to the top of the stairs. Daddy was awake reading by the fireplace. The orange glow painting is bare feet. I whispered to him before I swung one leg over the freshly polished banister. The cool wood sliding against my nearly bare ass. I pushed off and glided down, panties riding up into my little slit, the friction making me wetter and wetter with
Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
Well, I did it. I’m enrolled in cosmetology school. But I’m also in this crazy agreement with Mr. Steel. I always manage to get myself in deeper. As if I wasn’t already in deep enough with my uncle paying tuition for sexual favors and my landlord/sugar daddy giving me free rent and a credit card for wrecking his home. Now I’m in a Domme/Sub relationship with the cosmetology school owner, Mr. Steel.
Brent, my landlord/sugar daddy was so happy for me and told me that he wanted to buy me the kit that I’m going to need for school. He told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. I felt kind of guilty about my secret. Mr. Steel just had something about him. He was intriguing, mysterious, charismatic, and so good looking that it made me blush. I can’t stop thinking about him. He did something to me that I’ve never felt before. My body tingles with excitement thinking about fully submitting to him. The fear of how extreme he’s going to be is twistedly arousing.
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
He caught my eye from across the room, and I winked at him and walked out the door, hoping he would follow me. I waited in the alley way and thirty seconds later he appeared around the corner. He pushed me against the wall and ran his hands through my hair as he made out with me. He started biting my earlobe and whispered in my ear, “get my fingers wet for me.”
I felt his hands slowly move down my body, groping and grabbing at my succulent tits, and working down further, up my short leather skirt. I was wearing a thong and fishnet stockings that were already feeling rather moist. He felt my slit through my panties, and he could feel me getting soaked. He pushed my thong aside with his fingers and easily slid two fingers inside. His fingers were deep in my pussy, all the way to his knuckles and my knees buckled.
Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
The room was bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. We’d been lounging in that hazy, post-midnight space where time seems to slow down to the rhythm of quiet breath and skin against skin. I was stretched out lazily, wearing nothing more than an oversized button-down, completely unbuttoned, and a simple pair of delicate silky panties.
He moved closer, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of my hip, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I leaned my head back against the pillows, my heartbeat quickening just a fraction as his gaze drifted lower. There was an unspoken hunger throbbing between us, the kind that makes every small gesture feel charged with intention.