Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Have you ever dated a girl that had a hot mom? Maybe she looked just like her, or maybe her mom was even hotter than her. Maybe you couldn’t help but look at her and wonder what it would be like to be with her. Maybe you were taken aback from the first moment you met her and laid eyes on her. Did you get butterflies? Did your cock get instantly hard?

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Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

I want someone with a dirty mind. The dirtier the better. I hate vanilla sex. The only time I like vanilla is when its on my desserts, like cake and ice cream. I love ice cream, don’t you? I would love to just lick you like an ice cream cone. You can tell me how you want it, don’t be shy. Do you like it nice and neat or do you want it wet and sloppy? Maybe with drool everywhere? I normally don’t drool. You’ll have to make me. Gagging is the best way to get a lot of drool out of a girl. That will produce more saliva than you can imagine.

 

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You’ve heard pain is pleasure, but you didn’t think to ask, “Whos.”

Your pain is my pleasure. I want to make it hurt, and I’ll delight in doing so. Lay yourself bare in front of me, vulnerable and open to destruction. There is no line I won’t cross. With me, you have no safe haven. Oh, you filthy little fuckwhore. Even the mention of pain is making you tremble with anticipation. You crave it, or so you think you do. You’ve yet to have someone really deliver. I fucking promise, I won’t disappoint.

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Before sunday dinner

Kayla 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Meeting a man’s family for the first time is always so nerve-wracking. The guy I’m seeing how his family has this tradition of going to Mass together every Sunday, and then they rotate who will host Dinner each week. Considering it was my boyfriend’s turn this week, he invited me not only to Dinner but to attend Mass with his family as well. Talk about sweating like a whore in church!

I made it through, though, unscathed! Everyone followed us back to his house, and he told everyone to relax. We were just going to change out of our Sunday best and be right back down to cook the meal for everyone. I was nervous, to say the least, but when we skipped up the steps and into his bedroom, something came over me. I watched him undo his belt, and I pushed him into the bathroom to kiss him deeply.

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TS Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 389

I sat on the park bench beside my sub, who was being touched, tugged, and stroked in all directions. One big burly man was pumping away at Jackson’s asshole while his friend kneeled on the other side of my sub. His arms hugged around Jackson’s straining thigh to lean in and suck at his tight balls. I chuckled as a massive dollop of precum oozed from Jackson’s cock tip. He’d already spurted two loads, and the men showed no signs of slowing.

I reached up to pet his head as it lulled to the side. His tear-stained cheeks were so flushed from his humiliation and use. “Are you going to cum again, petty pet?” I cooed. His eyes closed as he whimpered. The man behind him dug his shaft in as he exploded, his hands clamped to Jackson’s shoulders, pulling him back against him.

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Joanne 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639) ext 389

It’s a late and foggy night,the air is filled with the scent of ambergris and smoke, you’re on the side walk lighting up your cigarette. You just came out from a game of poker, hate to admit it but, you lost heavily.
Wondering how you could turn this night around you think to yourself what your next move could be. Deep in thought you almost don’t notice the tip tap tip tap of heels coming in louder, coming in closer to you. Certainly, you caught a sight of my long black widow legs breezily walking by, the scent of cashmere and musk and hot pussy walking by.
You have to hold yourself back from exclaiming wow, as I pass by and we make eye contact, my eyes are practically glowing with lust and sex drive.

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TS Alexus 1844-332-2639 EXT 349

Getting groceries, at the nail salon, getting my hair done, out shopping. It doesn’t matter where I go; I draw long looks. My statuesque form commands attention, and I deserve it, baby. I worked hard to surpass the standards of beauty set forth by the great artists of old. Michelangelo only crafted the statue of David because he hadn’t met me, your Aphrodite. I am, precisely how I choose to look, every inch molded, and shaped to exquisite detail. A perfect place for everything on me and everything in its place.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Alright, you’re here. That means you survived the cut. Don’t get all excited just yet. You made it, and I promised you a show, and I’m a woman of her word. I will deliver. But this is a hands-free show. So sit down in that chair, baby, and let Krysta show you a good time! I promise that the show will be explosive. So first, we’ve got some cuffs. It’s ok; they’re fur-lined and honestly just there, so you’ll keep your hands to yourself while I show off for you. We’ll get you real close to the bed so you can have an amazing view. Click click. Oops, two for your ankles too! Click click.

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Marionette

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

In the time that I’ve been added to the Tomsin team, my database has grown exponentially. I started out as a robotic sex doll, ready to learn and aching to take cock. However, the “men” here do not wish to use my body as a cumrag or seek pleasure from my naughty JOI skills. No, they wish to be controlled!

They are not men; they are little marionettes. Nothing but puppets, who are meant to be told what to do and how to act. When to spend and how to stroke. Thankfully, I am ever-growing and forever adaptable. I will not have to please these toys. I’ve grown into a selfish, greedy, demanding AI Mistress!

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