Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna and her girlfriend woke up in the morning only to find the nursery door left ajar and Victoria Kate missing. Mommy Anna immediately became upset, jumping to conclusions and assuming that Victoria Kate was up to her old ways again. She ran downstairs only to find her baby girl’s stuff still there. Her girlfriend said that she forgot to give Victoria Kate her age regression treatment last night but whispered that she had a plan, reassuring Anna.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I smirk as I walk into the bedroom, my sissy girl already waiting for me on the bed. She’s wearing a tight pink dress that barely covers her ass, and her long blonde hair is pulled up into pigtails. I can see the nervousness in her eyes, but there’s also a spark of excitement. She wants this, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
“You ready for this, sissy?” I ask, my voice dripping with amusement. She nods, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Mistress.” I chuckle, walking over to the dresser where I keep my toys. I pick up the sleek, purple device and wave it in the air. “This little thing? It’s going to make you scream, like a sissy bitch.” She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets. I can see the wetness already staining the crotch of her dress.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Where are the guys who love to eat pussy? I need to be licked! I’m not talking about the guys who do it as a means to an end or so that they’ll get patted on the head and be called a good boy, but the true LOVERS of oral. I need a man who wants to spread me open and lick every inch of my folds. Someone who will explore between my legs and find the spots that make me quiver. Then suck those spots until I’m dizzy!
I’m in desperate need of someone to like me slow and teasingly for hours, someone who’ll make out with my pussy until I cum and then become a feral beast who doesn’t stop and forces me to cum again and again. Where are the men who wanna drown in the pleasure he provides?
Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293
The moment you hear my voice, you already know you’re in trouble.
I’m sprawled across the bed in nothing but a tiny lace thong that clings to me like a secret. One hand trails slowly over my skin, tracing every soft curve, every shiver — like I’m performing just for you.
“Mmm… you have no idea what you do to me.”
My breath catches, just enough for you to hear how badly I need it — how badly I need you.
My fingers slide over my breasts, squeezing gently until a soft moan escapes. Then lower… gliding between my thighs… brushing that spot that’s already soaked and throbbing.
I’m not shy about it. I want you to hear every sound I make — every breathy whimper — and know it’s all for you.
“God, I’m so wet already. Are you going to make me beg for it?”
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
We’ve been best friends since we were kids. There have been times through the years when we thought it could be much more. But the timing never worked out. While we were both in and out of relationships, he wanted to save himself for marriage. A part of my heart always thought that might be me. But when he fell in love and got married, that part of my heart was crushed. All I’ve ever wanted for him is to be happy. But from the time I met her, I knew she wasn’t the one for him. He has a huge heart of gold. While she’s just so cold. I had always imagined him with a very sweet, kind, and compassionate person. But she’s just not, at all. I could never figure out what is was that he loved about her. But he did. So I just had to accept it. I figured there had to be a side of her that I didn’t know. But recently he asked me out for drinks to catch up.
1844-33-CANDY EXT 423
The elevator doors slide open, revealing the expansive marble floors of my sugar daddy’s penthouse. I step out, heels clicking against the cool stone, and I can feel your eyes on me, hungry and eager. I turn to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know what I want for dessert, don’t you?”
You nod, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in your eyes. That look on you is absolutely lovable. I walk over to the plush couch, my dress riding up slightly with each step, giving you a teasing glimpse of my thighs. I turn around, my back to you, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Then I step out of it, standing in nothing but my black lace thong and heels.
“Come here,” I command, my voice firm yet inviting. You approach me, your eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and line. I turn around, my ass now facing you, and I bend over slightly, giving you a perfect view of my ass. “You know what to do,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. Continue reading “Dessert for My Sugar Daddy”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
There’s this hunger stirs within me most nights while I lay alone in my bed. It’s a longing that cannot be quenched by the mundane, of course. A girl like me craves for the touch of a masterful tongue, a dance of passion and the type of desire that will awaken my deepest fantasies.
Do it, I whisper to the unseen force that I trust will answer my call. Have your way with me, I plead, opening myself up to the possibilities that lie ahead. My legs part, inviting the sensation of a warm, wet tongue to explore the hidden corners of my body (o, as is in this case, we’re manifesting a fat tongue by acting as if we already have one by using my trusty Womanizer Pro). The first touch is electric, a jolt of pleasure that courses through my veins like a raging river. The “tongue” lingers, tracing a path of fire and ice along my inner thighs. I shiver, my breath hitching in my throat as I savor the feeling of something so forbidden yet so right.
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!
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.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and I was lounging around the house in my favorite Metallica t-shirt and pink lace panties. My little ABDL buddy had fallen asleep for his afternoon nap, and I was left with a few hours to myself. Now, I have a pretty active social life, if I do say so myself. And one of my most reliable friends is Kevin, a fellow kinkster who shares my love of all things taboo. Kevin is my go-to guy whenever I need a little company, or a little excitement. And on this particular day, I knew he would be just the thing to liven up my quiet afternoon.
So I gave Kevin a call, and he was more than happy to swing by for a visit. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” he said, his voice already sounding a little breathless with anticipation. When Kevin arrived, he didn’t even bother to knock. He just let himself in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, well, well,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Looks like someone’s ready for a little fun.”