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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

New year, same sexy lady! Still on the prowl for new and used cock! I would put an advertisement for what I am looking for, but my acceptable cocks list is too broad! Small, stupid-looking things. Monstrous, eye-watering throbbing ones. And the people those cocks would be attached to? Even more broad. Little sissies who want to suck BBC, or guys who have the BBC. Too many guys, too little time. So, anyone with a cock or sissy cunt is someone that I would be interested in. Putting up an advertisement asking for a coffee table is much simpler than one for goons.

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Cucked By The Babysitter

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I’ve been Babysitting for the Petersons for as long as I can remember. Mr. Perterson is an average Dad. Kind of round about his middle, and he gets nervous around me. When I hug him, he blushes and quickly tries to cover his crotch. They are about to move away, and I’m sad I won’t get to sit for them anymore, but I thought, “What could be a good going away gift for Mr. Peterson?”

I called my friend Jeremy and asked if he’d like to help me get Mr. Peterson cucked by the babysitter as his going-away gift. He laughed and said he’d do anything for me (The case with most men in my life.)

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

Oh how I love mentally sifting through memories from way back in the day. I remember those fun days where we would all do something really exciting as a family. By the end of the day we were so spent, and were running on fumes. But the one thing that always sticks out now that I’m older is how we would bond, different from other family’s. But Tessa’s family kisses were so unique, in their own distorted dysfunctional way. I didn’t know this though, until years later.

Mommy and daddy would kiss us before we went to bed. She would lay us down. Sometimes we would play like we were sleeping under the stars, and brother and I would camp out. She would kiss us good night and daddy too. Those kisses paved the way into our later lives.

The first thing she would teach me was to gently stick out my tongue, and barely touch hers. Then we would massage them together for a little bit. Daddy would do the same thing with us. And then brother and I would do it too with each other. And that would be part of the way we sometimes showed one another love and affection.

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Santa Visits Tami

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.

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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” →

Rita Under Jemma's Christmas Tree

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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