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.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445
It took me some time to figure out that I had an interesting oral fixation, with a mouth that just won’t quit. There are those that cum into a habit such as cigarettes, while others can’t stop shoveling food in their mouth. Maybe when I was younger, food was mind-blowing in its own right. Now, I’ve cum into my own and have developed more of a palate for something equally if not more delectable.
This MILF bitch has an oral fixation that is largely satisfied by stuffing a nice stiff cock in my mouth. I’ve had time to process my condition. Accept me as is, or don’t. I really don’t care. Someone’s going to reap the benefits of my condition, and that’s all I really care about. So, let’s get down to business.
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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
*Long, dramatic, disappointed sigh.* Come here. What is this I’ve found in your room? A pair of boxers? Where did you get these? You know that Mommy only allows you to wear panties because why? Because your little sissy button is too small to be considered a penis. Only real men wear boxers; we both know you’ll never be a real man. I’ve had to repeat myself one too many times, and now you’ll be writing lines for punishment.
Get over here right now and drop your pants. Mommy will make you stand in front of the big picture window in the living room. The one that faces the street, you know which one I mean? You’ll wear only this tiny pink thong and write your lines.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445
What do they always say about pussy control? Well I personally think that as much as my pussy is Grade A+, my tongue is absolutely mind-blowing! You won’t be able to get enough.
The things that my warm, wet, and might I add, skilled and experienced tongue does just makes me believe that it should have its own entrance fee slapped on. I might as well call it my secret weapon, and it should have some kind of warning that reads, “Caution: Enter at your own risk because once you cum into for ride, there’s no turning back.” This dirty girl loves to kiss, and I’m not talking about your grandma’s peck. I’m talking I want to get a full on massage with your tongue. We’re going to get nasty together. We’re going to taste, you know like a wine tasting, but this is going to be so much more of a raw experience. You know, cause this naughty cunt likes it that way. If it isn’t raw, I don’t want it.
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”
She stood there in the corner, jaw dropped to the ground, not knowing what the f*ck to say or do, while I looked up at you with my devious and tantalizing deep brown eyes instead of her dull green eyes. She was yelling obscenities to me, but it did nothing. I have no shame… at all. And she was held up… or should I say pre-occupied, but her eyes couldn’t peel themselves away from the sight. I was fixated and working so so hard on your thick, coke bottle c*ck. You couldn’t have stopped me if you had tried. The way I was sucking on it, the expression, take my breathe away, well yours was having a hard time just getting by. I could tell if I was going to keep being the naughty MILF I am, your wife was just going to have to sit there and deal.
Tessa (1-844-332-2639) ext. 445
The last time you came over, you left me speechless and filled me up before you left. I think we both knew what I needed, and you delivered just at the right time.
It’s so hard to explain just how it makes me feel, that hot warm jizzy mess that shoots as far into my pussy hole as it can go. And the way it feels… it’s like the most addictive, ecstatic feeling ever. I can’t ever get enough of a cream pie in my pussy.
You gave me the look as soon as I opened the door. You were wearing jeans and a shirt… such a mundane outfit that day. We knew that it was going to cum off anyways, so why try to impress me, right? The white shirt underneath came off as fast as everything else did… I think you had anticipated I was going to throw you on the bed and start ripping your clothes off.
Tessa (1-844-332-2639) ext. 445
You know, that thing that people do when they’re lying in bed. Some people call it daydreaming, oh sweet daydreaming. I have my own term for it though; I call it those dirty thoughts that invade the mind and just won’t stop until you make them cum true. I like to close my eyes, and then my hand just starts roaming. Can you guess where it inevitably lingers to? That slippery wet super soft slit in between my thighs that yearns for your touch, and forget about using your fingers. I want your rock hard cock.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
You’ve been very quiet and rude lately, so I proposed to your father that maybe he should have a talk with you. He told me that you were sick of our PDA, and assumed it was because you had just recently broken up with your girlfriend, so every bit of romance or affection you witnessed only made you miss her more. I suggested that we all go out for dinner together, to maybe help keep your mind off things and lighten your mood and so we took you to your utmost favorite restaurant.