Wanna take a Peek at Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216
I know what you want. You Wanna Take a Peek. Like a present, I am wrapped up in expensive designer wrappings, hiding the delightfully perfect surprise present hidden from you.
Have you ever been given such a present? Well, I would doubt it. You are not in the same league as I am. You aren’t even good enough to dream of being in my league. But, if you are a good boy, I’ll let you unwrap the present.
Not for free, though. It’s going to cost you.
Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446
Want to Play a Kinky Game with me? Let’s do it. We’ll get all comfortable, curled up on opposite sides of the couch, and stare into each other’s eyes as we share a drink or two. We’ll play “I Never,” perhaps. Have you ever played?
It’s easy. I’ll mention a sexual position or maybe an exciting excursion to explore sensual fantasies, and you’ll tell me if you have ever done it. You must tell me if you’ve thought of it if you say I Never. Then you can do it back to me. See, Easy peasy. And as we share libations and relax more and more, the deeper secrets we’ll spill. Continue reading “Want to Play a Kinky Game?”
Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447
I’m Dominant Mommy Miqala. I will become your safe place, your salvation, the escape you need from your everyday life. My mature, commanding voice voice will mesmerize you, control you, and allow you to surrender to me. Because that is what you need, imagine it for a moment.
You will not have control, you won’t have to make any decisions, and your body and mind will surrender safely in my hands. That is what you need. No accountability, no responsibility. Just you and me having fun together as you enjoy my control. Continue reading “Dominant Mommy Miqala”
Naomi (844-332-2639) 216
I want you to Worship My Stocking Covered Legs. There is just something exciting about having a man on his knees, waiting for permission, his eyes locked on my long, luscious legs. I give permission, but the orders are clear. “Start at the bottom. Use your mouth only”.
With your hands on the floor, you’ll bow down low, pressing your lips at the top of my black stiletto heels.
“More,” I’ll whisper softly, eyes locked on you, mesmerized as I see you debase yourself, bow, obey, while you lick my heels. Juices leak out of my pussy, the scent filling the air. I hear you sniff, inhaling my pleasure, driving you to surrender more to your task. Your mouth will open as your tongue bathes the leather like you are trying to devour it. You dick bobs, the head brushing against the carpet. You moan like the depraved little slut you are, subject to all my whims. Continue reading “Worship My Stocking Covered Legs”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.
The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.
Miranda 844-332-2639 ext 376
Have you ever wondered what it was like being the Daughter of a Trophy Wife? Well, to be honest, it was a fantastic way to grow up. It might have been different if I were a boy, but I was lucky to be born a girl. My mom explained it to me many years ago. A woman’s job is to be as perfect as humanly possible for her man. Exercise, eat right, weekly appointments for hair and mani-pedis, monthly spa trips. And a man’s job is to work hard and fulfill every need of his woman. Doesn’t that utterly sound fantastic?
Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
My friends heard about this haunted high school experience put on by a bunch of people who bought an abandoned high school. Every October, they sell tickets and make you sign NDAs before you go in. You aren’t allowed to talk about the experience, which has only made rumors about the place fly! The only thing I heard that I believed to be true was 1) the actors could touch you and 2) it was unlike any experience ever.
For the price of the tickets, I joked it had better be fucking worth it. Three of my girlfriends and I packed up for the road trip we’d need to take to get there, and we arrived in the haunted parking lot at sunset. The parking lot lights blinked as if they struggled to stay on in the presence of the school. I felt unsettled as I jumped out of my friend’s jeep. It was silent, with no other cars or people—just the four of us and the rotting building that used to be teaming with life.
ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202
Findom with an Asian flair is so incredible. I can give you the most incredible girlfriend experience but it’s going to cost you. Do you get off on incredible mind-fucking and financial domination? If so, then I am your girl for this. In fact, I can be your complete fantasy true. Whether it is a foot fetish or Asian Massage fantasy or an Asian Princess, you will be more than satisfied.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT 203
I would love someone small and helpful. Someone teeny tiny, who could help me with small things, go with me everywhere and be with me all the time. Like a precious little toy, but a teeny tiny man who would I could play with and have fun with. Would you want me as your giant macro girlfriend?
Call Sammy Now 1 (844) 332-2639 ext.421
Catfights and Sammy do mix. Anytime one of the other girls would get jealous of me because their boyfriend wanted to fuck me, they always turned to violence. Thinking that a fight would deter me, but it did the exact opposite. The heat of the catfight grew hotter when we close in on each other’s faces turn me on so much. The heavy breaths lifting the other girl’s tits up and down. The insane eye contact, like we’re silently telling each other that we’re going to rip each other apart.
Her arm cocks back, and SLAP! A sharp hot sting lands on my face. My hand instinctively flies to my cheek and I stare daggers back at her. How dare she? Does she know how mad she’s made me? I cock my arm back and deliver a backhand on her beautiful face. We’re both staring at each other, breathing hard, and ready to attack.