XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
Well, where should I start? Sunday, it is always Sunday. Or should I say Sinday!! Yes, Sinday is a much much better description of where we go!!! It was a day of remembrance, celebration, or holiday, call it what you will. But me and Tami? We were ready, we are always ready!!!
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Ryan and I were having such a hot night. I was just about to sit back on his giant cock, but when my pussy felt that sticky latex covering his beautiful cock, I reached back and curled my finger around the tip of the cock blocking condom. I twirled my finger around it as I started to pull up.
“Hey, what are you doing?” He chuckled and held the base of the condom as it climbed up his massive shaft. I looked over my shoulder, right into his eyes, and made my demands.
“Breed me raw.”
My hero, where do I even begin? Hmmmm…. Well, my hero is incredible for many many reasons. Besides being so wonderful and generous he has the most magical fingers. Able to use those fingers to drive me crazy. Drive me into a sloppy mess lying on the floor of my room exhausted. But exhausted in the most amazing way. In ways I have never felt before and ways that only he can make me feel. As incredible as that is, he is so so much more.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
After we were done on our trip to New York. Client M and I flew first class from New York to Los Angeles. Booking, The Presidential Suite at The Beverly Hills Hilton. This suite is truly incredible. Included were a pool table, spa bath, unique king-size bed, velvet couch, flatscreens, and chandeliers. A full terrace overlooking Beverly Hills for as far as the eye can see. I can’t believe what a lucky slut I am.
Now, Client M and I were famished when we dropped his bags and my extremely heavy Louis Vuitton luggage in the room. I suggested we head downstairs to the legendary Polo Lounge for some avocado toast. Therefore, Client M rolled his eyes, he told me me “you’re so Gen Z”, In addition, he told me I, “better not take any pictures of my food”.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Everyone thinks Zoey is so sweet and innocent. With that soft, princess-like voice and alluring giggle, she ISN’T! She gets away with everything because people believe she is so naive; meanwhile, I stay in trouble for being the “bag girl.” Well, I planned to show one boy in particular just how BAD Zoey can be.
My brother, Jeff, always says, “Be more like Zoey, Kayla.” “Why can’t you just be a good girl like Zoey?” The truth is, Zoey and I are already so alike. She hides it better. I asked her to come over this weekend while our parents were gone. Unsurprisingly, she came over dressed like a little slut, and I took her upstairs to Jeff’s room. Accomplice Kayla was going to serve Slutty Zoey to her brother on a silver platter, and then we’ll see who he thinks should be like who!
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
This blog is dedicated to “Client Z”. He and I had been discussing some of his dark, kinky, fetishes that I love. We have a lot in common.
Some of the things we have in common are that we love CNC, bondage and cosplay. I love to get dressed up in slutty outfits for my calls with Client Z so he can have his way with me.
I got ready for Client Z by wearing the sexiest see-through light-blue slip. My hair was in loose curls with a blue ribbon. On my feet were light white Fendi slippers.
Now, I’m upstairs in my bedroom with Client Z. We’re talking about some of our darkest and kinkiest fantasies. My pussy is getting wetter and wetter.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
The following day, Client M and I had a very fun day pre-planned.
First, I got ready wearing black stockings, a short black skirt, and a black cable knit halter crop top. My hair is half up, half down. On my feet are black Louboutins and across my shoulder is my navy and gold YSL bag.
Client M called us a private car so we could head to our first destination. To begin the day, we started by doing this unique tour called “Kramer’s Reality Tour”. The tour was a Seinfeld tour where they took you to food and drink places Kramer would go to and would give you Seinfeld trivia. Not to mention, the tour included a stop at the famous “soup stand”. So much fun. Plus, Client M and I dominated in that trivia.
Next, we went to Madam Tussaud’s Wax Museum. This place is truly magical. Such realistic impersonations of celebrities are made entirely of wax. Including the entire Seinfeld cast. Continue reading “Jemma’s Client M Fantasy Dream III”
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Men are obsessed with boobs. They love tits of all sizes. Big breasts, pert little perky titties, and tiny bug bite bumps. Truly, they love them all, but you love them for a different reason. Don’t worry, I’ve come up with a plan for growing you a pair of tits.
Since it’s too difficult for you to admit that you want budding breasts on your own chest, I’m going to do it behind your back. I went to a special doctor who prescribes just what we need for this sort of thing.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Client M and I were staying at the Park Lane Hotel in Manhattan in the Belvedere Panoramic Suite. After all, this is my fantasy dream.
By this point, I had changed into a pink vintage velour Juicy Couture tracksuit. Just a lace bra and thong underneath.
This room was amazing, with a king-size bed, a full living room, and a luxury marble washroom. The washroom included an oversized marble basin and a marble shower with a glass door. Not to mention the entire room included the most amazing panoramic view.
Client M told me I had been being bratty and needed to be spanked. I’ll admit I had been a little bratty. Although, I can’t believe he thought I was going to carry my own Louis Vuitton luggage. Please, I thought he knew me by now.
Therefore, I got into position over Client M’s lap. He’s sitting on the bed as I am bent over his knee. He pulls my pink velour pants down and spanks me. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten”, he counts as he smacks my ass harder and harder.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
Sometimes, when I’m babysitting, I just can’t help getting turned on by nurturing such sweet things. It turns me on so much that sometimes, I bring diapers and bottles home to my boyfriend and ask him to play out scenarios I fantasize about when working.
Like last week, I came home from a weekend of changing diapers and loving on such a sweet pumpkin that I didn’t want the feeling to end. Jason got in later than normal, and when he saw the diaper on the coffee table, he knew what kind of night he was in for.