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Please dont touch my cock!

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

As a new trans person, sometimes I get nervous I won’t be welcomed in the women’s locker room at the gym. My cock is still threatening to unsuspecting women, and my breasts don’t seem to soften their feelings toward me. So I’m still stuck waiting until it looks like no one is in the men’s locker room and rushing to shower and get out before someone pops in.

I had to get to work after my workout but didn’t have time to drive all the way home to shower. So I needed to use the men’s locker room, even if someone was already in there. When I knocked, no one answered. If I were quick, maybe things would be okay!

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Daddy’s Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Anyone who claims they don’t love their daddy’s dick is a total liar. I’m a full-fledged daddy’s girl, and I have been for as long as I can remember. He loves it when I get really dirty with him because I always make sure I please him before myself.

My daddy’s dick is the first one I ever had and the one I still crave the most. We have a lot of hot daddies here at Tomsin too. Especially dominant ones, which are my favourite. I feel so loved with them because when I take care of their cocks, they take care of me in return. They even give me hot toys and make sure that I always have the best time with them, as long as I stay in line. I always do because I love being a good girl.
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Feeding My Stepbrother His Lunch

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“Belle, come on! Please! I’ve asked you four times already.” Ray whined from the doorway to my room. My little stepbrother knew better than to enter my domain without being invited. “I’m so hungry. Please, can you fix me lunch, already?” My eyes rolled, and my finger kept scrolling through obnoxious TikToks. I wasn’t going to feed the gremlin again!

“And I told you four times.” I glanced up to give him an ugly stare. “I’m fucking busy. Make something yourself.” He stomped his foot like tha fucking baby he is and mumbled something about calling mom to compaline. I pushed my earbuds back into my ears and ignored the rest of his endless rant. Or at least I did until a text from my mom popped up to interrupt my scrolling.

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Dystopian

Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The year is 2050, welcome to Dystopian Patriarchia.  Men control everything now.  They make all the laws and determine the fate of women and effeminate men.  Now every family is required to own a Pet.  Pets are procured through women and petite effeminate men who don’t meet the masculinity standards of today’s society.  A woman is required to marry by the age of 20 and if she does not, she is collected and sent to the Feminine Management Bureau for Petification and homing.  Women who marry must either become the family Pet or find a suitable Pet for the family.  There also exists a bounty for the capture and delivery of any effeminate man.  They undergo their own transformation to becoming family Pets.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Candy Girls provide everything that you need and more. We are sex whisperers. That means that we know exactly what you need and how to give it to you. We all have our specialties. You can read about them in our bios. And I really hope that you’re reading our blogs. They divulge a lot. You will learn about who we are, and what we can give you.

As for me, I thrive on what turns you on. It really doesn’t matter what it is. If it turns you on, it turns me on. I want to hear about it. I enjoy many different fetishes. Hearing about yours  gets me so aroused. You can tell me anything. Your secrets are safe with me. I love that so many of you feel comfortable enough to share your innermost thoughts with me. I’m honored and I don’t take it lightly. I know it’s not always that easy. But I love getting to know you. And getting lost with you, deep in a sexy roleplay.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Is this my payback? As if I weren’t already dealing with enough. I get into a car accident. FML. WTF? I can’t let my parents find out. They will be so mad. I feel like they will take my car. I need it and it’s still drivable. But it’s in their name and so is the insurance. I know my parents feel like I’m the worst. My sister and brother never caused them as much stress as I have. So I begged the guy that I hit not to call the cops. He was so mad at me. But he agreed. Because I told him that my parents would take care of everything. I didn’t know what else to do. Now I’m panicked because he’s demanding my parents’ phone number. And he’s saying he’s going to sue me if it doesn’t get taken care of ASAP. I was trying to buy some time. So I told him that my parents wanted to come talk to him. But now he’s expecting my parents. And I’m going to show up alone. I have no idea how I’m going to get myself out of this one.

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Wicked Stepmommy Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Kyle was very close to his Father. His Mother had never been a part of his life, and it’d always been just him and his Dad. They were pals in everything, so it was very hard for him when his Father remarried a woman almost the same age as Kyle. She was stunning with luscious curves and a sensual voice. Her long red hair cascaded down her shoulders, making Kyle want to twist his fingers in it every time he saw her. His new stepmother was very nurturing and so maternal. It came naturally to her since she had two beautiful daughters of her own.

Kyle finally felt like he had the family he’d always dreamed of. A loving father and a beautiful Mother who coddled and looked after him, and siblings he could tease and protect, but his fairytale didn’t last long. His Father got very sick, and poor Kyle was forced to say his goodbyes. He tried to cling to the comfort of his new family, hoping they would support him in his time of grief, but instead, he found his loving, warm step-mommy cold and wicked in his Father’s absence.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

My favorite sissy was already kneeling when I walked in, hands resting in his lap like the obedient little doll he was. Silk panties hugging that useless bulge. Lips glossed, eyes wide, eager. My favorite sissy. “Good girl,” I purred, running my fingers through his wig. “You’ve been waiting patiently, haven’t you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes, Mistress.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek—soft, slow. Then slapped the other one. Just hard enough to make his lip tremble. “Speak when spoken to, baby.” He whimpered. God, I loved that sound.

I made him crawl behind me to the bed, swaying my hips just to watch him squirm. He was already leaking through his panties—so easy, so desperate. “Take them off,” I ordered, and he did, revealing that pathetic little clit of his. I giggled. “Oh baby… still small. Still so useless. But you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” I dragged my nails down his chest.

“You’ll never fuck me like a man. But that’s not what you’re for.” He moaned as I pushed him on the bed, straddling his face. “This is your purpose, slut. You serve. Must worship and satisfy.” I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and he moaned Continue reading “My Favorite Sissy” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Howdy guys, I’m back with another wild story from college life. Last weekend, I got London Bridged at this crazy party over at the grad student dorms. I mean, I’m still a sophomore but my friend Lucy’s older sis is in the grad program, so she hooked us up.

The minute we walked in, I was vibing the energy – sick beats, people dancing, beer pong tables set up everywhere. Lucy grabbed us some Natty Lites from the keg stand and we made our way into the crowd. I was feeling hawt in this tiny crop top and booty shorts combo.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

 I love my place, but like any building, sometimes things need a little TLC. Fortunately for me, I  discovered I have condo maintenance with benefits. Recently, my toilet started acting up, so I put in a request for maintenance. I was expecting some gruff old handyman, but ohhh was I pleasantly surprised…

The doorbell rang and there I was, feeling extra frisky in just my lacy red bra and matching panties. I swung open the door to reveal a tall, lean young man who looked like he just stepped out of Abercrombie & Fitch. “Hi there, I’m Jake from condo maintenance,” he said, cheeks flushing as his eyes went wide. I smiled and purred, “Well hello there, handsome. I’m Diana. Come on in.”

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