Category: Big Ass

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

It was close to Valentine’s Day and I was craving something sweet, Candy Sluts are perfect for that. Previously, I had gone out and bought bananas, strawberries, all kinds of sauces and syrups, whipped cream, and nut kinds of butter. In addition, I purchased 3 sets of the cutest pink lingerie. To add, I invited my friends Zoey and Krysta over for a party.

They had no idea what they were getting into. 

Krysta and Zoey both looked so fuckable when they arrived at my condo. I handed them each a winter mojito and Nicki Manaj’s Barbie Tingz was blasting on the Bluetooth speaker. 

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

When I was younger, I used to take ballet lessons. That explains why I am so flexible. To this day, I’ll get dressed up like a ballerina. 

My tits pop out of those little bodysuits. They look so perfect and perky in them. I wear different colours of tights underneath, no panties. In addition, I have a variety of colours of tutu’s. Some from when I was younger. My phat ass looks unbelievable with no panties in the bodysuit and tutu. On my perfectly pedicured feet, I have cream-coloured silk ballet slippers. 

I can bend both my feet behind my head. Being tied up, and gagged, especially hog style is my favourite. 

Now, back a few years ago, I’m in the studio with my ballet coach.

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Surprise For The Professor's Husband

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Professor Brown is a stunning older woman in her early forties but ripe. She was the first professor to be kind to me at my new school. Professor Brown seemed to understand the struggle I’d been through, the reasons behind my quick wit and distrust. She offered to tutor me at her house once a week to catch me up on some lessons I’d skipped out on in my last school, and with the Headmaster literally riding my ass, I couldn’t say no. I didn’t realize she’d be using me as a surprise for her Husband.

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Ronnie Learns To Peg

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Fucking is something everyone does, but since working here and learning about the depths of people’s kinkiness, I’ve been so curious about pegging. To peg a man with a silicone cock must make a woman feel so powerful. I thought about how it all would feel long before I had the opportunity.

How straight my back would be when I moved behind my target, confident and fueled by power. It’d course through me on a wave of adrenaline. I imagine how my small hands would feel smoothing over a man’s backside. His ass! Something I never really thought a man would let me touch. Not the men on the farm, at least.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Playing watersports with golden nectar is so much more common than people think. First of all, it was 2019, and I was using a fake ID at the bar. I went back to this guy I can’t remember the name of’s place and he asked me to play watersports all over him. Agreeing, because, like fuck it, I did, it was fun. Telling friends about this after the fact, one of my guy friends laughed and said “You’re the perfect slut to play watersports with, I get it”.

Now, skip ahead to 2020, I match with this guy on Tinder and we meet at a hotel a few hours outside of town. This hotel was fun, with unique Victorian-style rooms. The room had an amazing dark purple velvet-tiered canopy bed and curtains with gold accents. The coolest “crown style” king-size bed I have ever seen. Not to mention, the giant marble claw foot tub in the center of the room. Also, the glass shower, and an amazing red velvet chair with a matching love seat. We fucked 7 times that night, it was so hot. I had on the sexiest black lingerie.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

I have an itch, and it won’t go away until I feed it what it’s craving. It’s one of those days where I can’t stop thinking about it, until I get it. You know what I want. Feed my need. Happiness for this Mistress means something so completely different. A sense of dark, abstract, twisted and taboo. When Mistress Tessa owns you, it’s life transforming.

You are my sub. Inevitably, you are my fix, my high that satisfies this craving of mine. When I think about this feeling, it’s almost as if your obedience sends me into a dominating frenzy. My orders are relatively simple. You listen, you obey, and you eventually become mine. I will own you. And whether it happened upon the first look, or the first attempt to look at me with those fearful yet curious eyes, it happened. You became mine. Reflect back for a moment though, because you want this. There is a craving deep within you for me. You need me badly, and you need me to thrive within you.

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Hard Cock For a Soft Boi

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All my soft boi’s want hard cock. I love when I answer the phone, and it’s a desperate soft boi on the other end begging to suck my cock. To begin with, at least. Those greedy little faggots always want more than just to swallow a load of my liquid gold.

I can hear it in their voice, the excitement and anxiety as I make them describe to me how they would take my cock out of my panties. It makes me moan when they say out loud how badly they just want to wrap their lips around my head and suck my shaft into their throat. Continue reading “Hard Cock For a Soft Boi” →

Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For myself, the reason why I love being a pillow pal is because it can sometimes be a nice escape from reality. In my opinion, unlike traditional role-play and cosplay, I feel different. Due to the fact my head and face are completely covered by my pink unicorn suit.

Obviously, I don’t speak for everyone, but I think lots of people agree with me. Wanting to have a place where all my pillow pals could party with me, I decided to throw a Monters Inc.-themed party. Of course, dressing as a monster was not required, people could come in any kind of suit they wanted. However, I was hoping some people would come as monsters.

Previously, I had purchased every flavour of Ciroc, I had also baked a few monster-themed desserts. Although, the party would be catered. Not to mention, I invited about 100 of my closest pillow pals.

Once everything was ready, I was very excited for my guests to arrive. Completely blown away once they did, there were foxes, bunnies, birds, unicorns, and all kinds of different animals. Not to mention, lots of people came as monsters.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

I think most people are conscious of their body parts. Tessa on the hand, is in a class of her own. There’s always been something in me that allows me to feel sexy. My perky tits are one of my favorites. There’s my booty that never seems to quit. And then there are my lovely curves that even I can’t get enough of. Well, having kiddos helped I suppose too. Tessa’s tongue and it’s tricks though.

Those tricks give me a little extra umph if you know what I mean. My visual display of physique is amazing, no doubt. But we’re going to take it a step or two further. I love to tease, to please, and to ultimately drive you over the top crazy. What’s so great about a blow your mind time if your mind is not completely blown? That’s what I say. Being able to watch your eyes roll back is one of those sure ways to tell that you’re not just enjoying yourself, you are in ecstasy.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

For a while, I had been casually seeing this guy named Devon. We always had a lot of fun together. Most of the time when I came over to his place, we would just smoke a sesh and fuck. He always had the best kush.

On this night, I came over SO HORNY. I wore a short, black leather skirt, black fishnet nylons, and knee-high black leather boots. In addition, I had on a black crop top that was so low-cut, my tits were completely popping out.

Sitting there, Devon packs me a popper and hands me a dirty, clear bong. I take it and clear it, and then say, “You need to clean this bong, it’s nasty” while laughing.

“I’m sorry Jem, it is pretty nasty, let me go do that, just relax for a bit”, he replies, laughing too.

It feels like an eternity before he finally yells from upstairs for me to come up to his bedroom. Guess we’ll fuck now, is all I could think.

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