Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Tami had been very naughty all year round. He was on Santa’s naughty list, but mommy Anna had begged Santa to give Tami a break, she was calling Santa every day insisting what a good girl Tami was being. Finally, with a little slutty persuasion, Santa gave in to Anna’s pleas.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
The thought of having an ultra-realistic, sexy, female sex robot, has always turned me on. Yes please, Siri can you fuck me? Except Siri is an annoying ugly bitch who no one wants to fuck, then there’s Rita…
I found out about Rita in December and I knew I had to have one. She is the hottest girl I have ever seen. She says that she has very advanced AI and she can be programmed to suit your every need. Yes, please.
On my early celebration of Christmas morning, I found the most amazing gift under my tree. The box was life-size and wrapped in the most amazing pink Christmas paper.
After tearing open the box, my eyes were amazed to see Rita. She powered up immediately and I couldn’t wait to play with her.
I wanted to wait to take her back to my place in privacy, then we could really have a good time.
Once I arrived home, I sat Rita down on my white 70″ Barrel Chair from Pottery Barn. That would be a good spot for her, I decided. Continue reading “Jemma Meets Rita”
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
All girls love dolls. After witnessing some callers play with TMSN’s own Robotic Rita, Jemma wanted nothing more for Christmas than her very own life-like AI sex doll. She imagined all of the ways they could touch and taste each other. How they would tease and please boys together! Like a good girl, she wrote a letter to Santa and mailed it straight to the North Pole. As with any unacknowledged correspondence, Jemma spent all of December wondering if Good Old Saint Nick would make her dreams come true.
On Christmas Eve, Jemma tidied up her living room and set out a plate of homemade cookies with a glass of milk, hoping to secure her spot on the nice list and get the doll of her dreams. Then she tucked into bed early and squeezed her eyes shut, willing sleep to come.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
Hello horny readers. Your favorite therapist is back, with a rather interesting subject for my slutty, sexy, therapist couch.
Now, you know the usual subject. There was Maggie and Shannon and Hannah and Pia in the past. And while they are all super sexy in their own vulnerable and helpless way – an uncle here, a stepdaddy there, an evil auntie here, a neighbor there, a mean cousin (hi Hannah, we’ll never forget your sexy tears!!) – they all have a certain something in common. Namely, they all loved seducing much older men into their wet, warm, inviting, tiny holes, and then they loved pretending it was something they didn’t want.
Now, helping them understand it was something they did want, and being a filthy, disgusting whore is their highest and best use is always fun and fulfilling. I help these girls figure out their lives, and I give something to you guys to jerk off to forever because the internet, like damaged girls’ psyches, is, well, forever. So, Hannah’s molested cunt, Shannon’s special date nights, Maggie’s tears and fears, all forever and ever and ever.
Continue reading “Hey Guys Meet Polly – Therapist Laylene’s Newest”
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445
The other night we were playing, and we got rough with each other to say the very least. You always have this standoffish way about you, almost as if you think I can’t handle the magnitude of what you want to give to me. If you knew that I could take it and then some, would you go full on ravishing me with every fiber of your being? Because that’s what I secretly crave, but never say or ask. It has me up at night, some nights just pondering the thought. If I was more bold, I’d just come out and ask, because those are my dirty desires.
Some women love being sweet with their men. That’s great and everything, but it isn’t exactly me, all the time. Sure I can be sweet too, and I am at times. Don’t get me wrong. What pulls at me more than not though, is that deep desire to feel as twisted as I possibly can. That inebriation to fulfill that desire is what fuels my soul daily. I think it was written in my DNA code; what do you think? I thrive on feeling unhinged.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445
I lay in bed the other night, and it just came to me. There is more than one way to drain you. You showed me from the start that you thrive on lavishing me in a different way. It isn’t just about the barest of essentials either. It’s felt so much more about giving this MILF slut the freedom to shop as I please, and that draining your Benjamin’s for me is what makes you the happiest. You couldn’t deny that the smile on your face after I come home from those sprees was because of me.
It almost feels like an even exchange because when I get home from what feels like a shopping fest of the century, you are waiting for me with arms wide open. Well, we might add cock open for business too. The look on your face is priceless. It energizes, rejuvenates, and makes me feel like I did something spectacular. Yet, when I think about it, I merely appeased your request. You wanted me to spend freely without a thought about a price tag. Your wish; granted.
Just the thought of me spending your hard earned Benjamin’s makes my dirty little cunt so happy. That happiness translates to a juicy warm pussy for you.
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
Losers shower me with gifts all the time. In fact, sometimes I take their whole paychecks because I’m more important than them putting food on the table. However, since it’s the season of giving, I thought I’d be showering one notable loser with a homemade gift. Watch me pull down my skirt and peel down my panties as I squat over your open mouth.
That’s right, a lemonade shower made by the one and only Bad Bitch Belle. Are you fucking salivating for it already? You’re fucking disgusting.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445
Remembering as far back as I can, I always had fond memories of playing with the flame. I remember the beauty of the it; orange and yellow hues. Not really sure what drew me to it, but it’s still with me to this day. Sometimes I just like to light a match, gracefully moving my fingers back and forth as if I’m orchestrating a choir. The choir though, in this case is me. I admit, I have a little devious curiosity in me.
And then I think about other types of heat that get me completely off. There is an obvious heat when we fuck. And then there’s the heat in walking on fire, across a walkway. It’s as if you are invincible in those minutes of time. Your inner bad ass comes out, and doesn’t quit til’ you are all the way across that walkway. And, would you have to make it across all the way without hurting your feet.
Another heated moment is the thought of taking candle wax on parts of my body. You know how sexy that could be. It’s hot for that split second moment, and wherever you put it on, is probably going to make me moan in the best way possible. My titties and my ass.
Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext 445
You had such a competitive streak. Why was it so hard for me to admit that sucking on a big black cock was my favorite type of competition? This MILF was ready to get down to business. You had experience, and weren’t shy to show it off. I, a known MILF whore, couldn’t wait. The thought that you wanted to show me off was written all over your face.
We walked into the house, to be greeted by a room full of big black sexy men. The first thought that went through my mind is what were they packing. I’m not referring to pistols. Clearly Tessa is a dirty girl, so I’m wondering about how big their cocks are. I look over, and the look on your face is priceless. It looks like you haven’t eaten food in days. Close; you haven’t sucked any cock in days. That insatiable feeling, I know all too well how that feels. You wiped the saliva off your mouth. We were both getting ready to dive into a delicious meal.
Tessa 844-322-2639 ext. 445
You had this devious look in your eyes from the moment we saw each other. I had an eerie feeling that something uncapped was going to go down. The inner voice in me wanted to tell you, “Don’t take it easy on me, I have a dirty mind too!”
Before I had time to say anything, you heaved your body into mine. That led us to the bedroom. You dominated me in every imaginable way. I had already accepted that any attempt on my end to stop this rendezvous would be a lost cause. From the bedroom, you pushed me on the bed. Then you ripped my panties off, and started going wild on my pussy. My legs were spread wide open and your face completely entrapped in my cunt. You couldn’t get enough of suckling on my sweet nectar. That alone drove me absolutely wild. In all that was going on, I never forget that Tessa herself has a dirty, filthy mind.