Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
“I’ll do anything for you,” Josh moaned. I trailed my nails down his bicep, cocking my head as if I didn’t believe in the false praise. “Seriously, Princess. Anything. Just say it, and I’ll do it.” I took a deep breath and decided I would test his declaration. My hand drifted down to where his cock was rock hard and pulsing. I pet his shaft with my dainty fingers and mused, “Anything?”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
You’re so pathetic and weak, aren’t you? All you’re good for is throwing money my way while you stroke your pathetic little dick, jacking off to my pictures. You think you’re worth more than that, but you’re not. All I see when I look at you is a disposable ATM. A cashcow that exists to bankroll my lavish lifestyle.
When you send me money, it’s not out of generosity. It’s out of desperation. You’re so infatuated, so obsessed, so utterly enthralled by me that you’ll do anything to catch my attention. Even if that means opening your wallet and letting me drain it dry.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I’m so sorry to say this, but your title of Lover has officially been revoked, effective immediately. You are hereby demoted to a mere Clean-up Cuck.
You see, while you’ve been working so hard to please me, I’ve been secretly meeting my real lover – a virile, well-endowed stud who knows how to satisfy me in ways you could only dream of. And satisfy me he does, again and again, filling me to the brim with his thick, potent seed.
I know you thought you could handle my needs, but it turns out your little cock just wasn’t enough. Not compared to the massive, girthy rod my bull possesses. When he takes me, I’m stretched to my limits, impaled on his shaft over and over until I’m a quivering, cum-filled mess. My pussy is ruined for anyone else.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
“He’s in here.” You heard my voice as I approached your bedroom. The door creaks open, and from your bed, you see me pointing to where you’re sleeping. “I’ll make sure you have it on the first of the month from now on.”
“Belle? What’s going on?” You rub the sleep from your eyes, trying to understand why I’m allowing someone into your room. Not just any someone. The fat, sloppy landlord! He sneers at you and reaches under his pot belly for his belt.
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
The male ego is such a fragile thing. They act so tough and rigid, but the truth is men are soft and sensitive. At the core, they crave to be owned and lusted after. They wish to be cared for even though that’s impossible for them to admit.
I love watching a man move past his ego and into a space of pure bliss. Like the dude, I fucked in a hotel on New Year’s Eve.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My sweet sub, your sole purpose in life is to worship me and fulfill my every desire. This week, your role is clear – you are to be my personal footrest. Yes, you heard me right. It’s your job, your privilege, to have my feet resting upon your body. Don’t you feel so lucky and honored to be of service to me in this way?
I expect to see you dressed as I instructed – frilly panties hugging that delectable ass of yours, a collar signifying your submission to me. Present yourself at my feet each morning, ready and eager to take the weight of your Goddess. You will kneel before me, head bowed, awaiting my command to place my feet upon your lap or back or wherever else I desire.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
A Mother’s work is never done! After the Holidays, when everyone else is playing with their new toys or sleeping off a food-induced coma, Mama is cleaning up.
Stuffing ripped wrapping paper into trash bags and washing the mountain of dishes left behind after the feast. Never mind tackling the decorations that took hours to put up. Somehow, they take longer to take down! I was crawling under the tree to unplug the lights when I took a big, frustrated inhale, and PHEWWWOuuUIIEEEeee! What’s that smell?
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It was a cold winter’s night when I received an unexpected invitation to my friend Jack’s annual holiday party. Being a bit of a social butterfly, I eagerly accepted. Little did I know, this party would be one for the books.
I arrived fashionably late, donning my favorite little red dress that hugged my curves just right. As I stepped inside, I was immediately hit with the festive atmosphere – twinkling lights, holiday tunes, and the chatter of guests. That’s when I noticed it…I was the only woman in attendance. A sea of handsome men, all dressed to the nines, turned to stare as I entered.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Oh my God, so, like, on Friday, I was in the chatroom playing with this Old school, gooning loser. We were discussing how he liked to look at censored porn pics. Because like he is so much of a loser that he doesn’t deserve to see fully nude women. Or pussy or nipples or like anything.
He told me that he doesn’t even use internet photos or video porn sites unless they are censored for losers like him and that what he likes best is his old magazines. I asked what kind of pictures he liked in those musty, old pages, and he sent me a picture of a centerfold, but you won’t believe what had me laughing so hard about the picture.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Dear pervert,
My body and soul yearn for you. I am your love socket, your warm, wet pussy to sink into. I crave being your personal cumdumpster, a receptacle for you to fill with your seed again and again.
All I can think about is presenting my supple body to you for your pleasure. I want to spread my legs and show you my glistening pink slit, just begging for your cock. My hole throbs and aches to be stretched wide by your thick, hard shaft.