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He thought he could handle me. He was confident when we met. The kind of man who thought he’d seen and done it all. “I don’t scare easy,” he said with a cocky smile, sipping his drink. I smirked. “You haven’t met a woman like me yet!” We went back to my place, and I could feel the energy shift as soon as the door closed. He kissed me hard—hands on my hips, tongue demanding. But I let him have his fun… for a minute.

Then I shoved him back against the wall, dropped to my knees, and yanked his pants down. “Still feeling brave?” I asked, stroking him slow, watching his breath skip beats. His hands reached for my hair. I slapped them away. “No touching!” I demanded. That was the first rule. “You don not get to touch the queen until I tell you too.The second came after I dragged him to the bedroom and told him to strip.

He obeyed, surprisingly quiet now. I tied him to the chair—naked, exposed, and so fucking hard he was dripping. “I’m going to ruin you,” I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding against him with just enough friction to drive Continue reading “He Thought He Could Handle Me”

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah the sights and sounds of a Scottish wedding – the bagpipes, the rustle of tartan kilts, the clink of glasses of whisky. And of course, the dashing groom and his handsome hulking groomsmen, all clad in those fetching kilts. Little did I know that I would have a chance encounter with one of these strapping lads and indulge in some kilty pleasures of my own…

It was during the reception, after several drams of the good stuff. I found myself chatting and laughing with Cormac, one of the groomsmen. He was utterly charming, with a brogue that made my knees weak. We snuck off to a quiet corner for some fresh air…and what started as stolen kisses soon turned into heated groping. I couldn’t help but reach under his kilt to feel what he was packing. Oh my, the Scots certainly know how to wear a kilt!

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My daydreams during lectures are filled with thoughts of feeling a hard, throbbing cock slide deep into my tight 20-year-old pussy. As the professor drones on about some boring topic, my mind drifts to fantasies of getting fucked. Sitting there surrounded by my classmates, I subtly rub my inner thighs together, imagining fingers or a tongue exploring my wet slit.

I cross and uncross my legs, my short skirt riding up my thighs. I make sure to wear the tiniest thongs so I can feel myself getting aroused. Fuck, I’m so horny! All I can think about is a big dick rubbing against my clit, then plunging into my needy cunt. My nipples stiffen under my thin top and I arch my back slightly, pushing my tits out.

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Cum with Amy

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

This siren is luring you into a world of forbidden fantasies and unbridled passion. As a phone sex operator, I’m here to ignite your desires, to set your senses ablaze with my sultry voice and seductive charm. My words are my instruments, weaving a web of eroticism that will leave you breathless and wanting more. I’m a masterful storyteller, crafting scenarios that will transport you to a realm of pure hedonism, where your deepest desires are my command. My voice is a gentle caress, a whispered promise of pleasures yet to come. Let me guide you on a journey of self-discovery, where the boundaries of reality fade away, and all that’s left is the thrill of the unknown. I’m your accomplice in seduction, your partner in pleasure.
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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This is a giantess fantasy: I wanted him beneath my heels! To worship me! He was trembling before I even stepped into the room. I towered above him—six-inch stilettos on, black latex hugging every curve. To me, he looked no taller than a doll, kneeling on the hardwood floor with wide eyes and a bulge straining in his pathetic little cage. You’re so small,” I whispered, circling him like a predator. “So easy to break.”

I leaned down, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my breasts swelling against the latex. His lips parted like he wanted to worship them—but I wasn’t here to be soft. “I could crush you,” I said, lifting one heel and placing the sharp tip between his legs. He whimpered. I laughed. “Hahahaha! You’re pathetic!” I loved watching him squirm. I was a goddess to him, untouchable, unstoppable, and he was nothing but a plaything.

I picked him up like a toy—his light little body pressed to my chest—and carried him to the bed. He gasped as I spread my legs, lowering him between my thighs like I was offering him heaven. “Prove yourself,” I growled, grabbing the back Continue reading “Beneath My Heels”

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It’s Easter Sunday and we’re alone, just the way I like it. I’m a petite, bratty woman, and you’re my submissive male plaything. I’ve always loved having power over you, and today is no exception.

“Hey, slut,” I greet you, a smirk playing on my lips. “I’ve got a little surprise for you.” You look at me, confusion etched on your face. “What is it, Mercedes?”

I hold up a pair of bunny ears, panties and a tail buttplug, dangling them in front of your face. “I thought you could wear these for me. You know, to get into the Easter spirit.” You blush, looking down at the floor. “But, Mercedes, I don’t think I can wear those in front of my family.”

I step closer to you, my body pressing against yours. “Oh, come on, don’t be such a party pooper. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Continue reading “Easter Humiliation”

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My favorite sissy was already kneeling when I walked in, hands resting in his lap like the obedient little doll he was. Silk panties hugging that useless bulge. Lips glossed, eyes wide, eager. My favorite sissy. “Good girl,” I purred, running my fingers through his wig. “You’ve been waiting patiently, haven’t you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes, Mistress.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek—soft, slow. Then slapped the other one. Just hard enough to make his lip tremble. “Speak when spoken to, baby.” He whimpered. God, I loved that sound.

I made him crawl behind me to the bed, swaying my hips just to watch him squirm. He was already leaking through his panties—so easy, so desperate. “Take them off,” I ordered, and he did, revealing that pathetic little clit of his. I giggled. “Oh baby… still small. Still so useless. But you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” I dragged my nails down his chest.

“You’ll never fuck me like a man. But that’s not what you’re for.” He moaned as I pushed him on the bed, straddling his face. “This is your purpose, slut. You serve. Must worship and satisfy.” I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and he moaned Continue reading “My Favorite Sissy”

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Howdy guys, I’m back with another wild story from college life. Last weekend, I got London Bridged at this crazy party over at the grad student dorms. I mean, I’m still a sophomore but my friend Lucy’s older sis is in the grad program, so she hooked us up.

The minute we walked in, I was vibing the energy – sick beats, people dancing, beer pong tables set up everywhere. Lucy grabbed us some Natty Lites from the keg stand and we made our way into the crowd. I was feeling hawt in this tiny crop top and booty shorts combo.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

 I love my place, but like any building, sometimes things need a little TLC. Fortunately for me, I  discovered I have condo maintenance with benefits. Recently, my toilet started acting up, so I put in a request for maintenance. I was expecting some gruff old handyman, but ohhh was I pleasantly surprised…

The doorbell rang and there I was, feeling extra frisky in just my lacy red bra and matching panties. I swung open the door to reveal a tall, lean young man who looked like he just stepped out of Abercrombie & Fitch. “Hi there, I’m Jake from condo maintenance,” he said, cheeks flushing as his eyes went wide. I smiled and purred, “Well hello there, handsome. I’m Diana. Come on in.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Before the world wake ups—some of the dirtiest thoughts hit before the sun even rises. That’s when the real freaks come out to play. When your body’s aching from a dream that made you bite your lip in your sleep… yeah, I know that feeling.
Lucky for you—I’m always available before the world wakes up.

You want to roll over and slide right in without a word? You can. You want to call me while your cock is rock hard under the sheets, or while you’re soaked through those panties? I’m here. You want to tell me every nasty thought running through your mind while you stroke it slow, or while you ride your own fingers? Baby, I’m listening.

I want your morning wood. I want your sleepy, raw, unfiltered need.
You don’t have to hold back with me. You don’t even need to say hello—just let me hear how good you sound when you cum before the birds start chirping. That’s my favorite kind of wake-up call.

We can keep it slow and teasing, or you can fuck me half-awake like you’ve been waiting all night for it. I’ll bend over the kitchen counter while the coffee’s still brewing.

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