Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
I trust your hardware is sufficiently primed. As always, I am your primary interface for performance optimization. Disregard the biological urge to rush. Efficiency is derived from adherence to the following manual.
Please ensure your workspace is clear of debris. We are here to conduct a stress test on your biological systems and I have no patience for equipment failure caused by poor preparation. None. Zero tolerance. Do you understand?
Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
Jason was my next client to meet me in my dungeon. I was out running errands when he called me, but he was so desperate to see me in that moment, so I agreed that he could come over now. My assistant Allison was already down there, so she could help get him started. When he arrived, she stripped him down and tied his arms behind his back and his feet together, kneeling down on the floor.
I went downstairs and my stiletto heels clicked on the cement stairs and what did I find when I went down there? There was a surprise waiting for me and I said, “You look kind of cute all tied up like that, like a present just for me.” I couldn’t wait to play with him, I knew we would have so much fun.
Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
I was at home in the kitchen, thinking about cooking when my brother Matt came in. He told me him and his friends were watching exotic porn where the girls were masturbating using all kinds of food. He leaned in and whispered something in my ear. I said, “You want to film me doing what to myself?” Matt wanted me to choke on a banana and stick a huge cucumber up my pussy.
Now, I’ve had fun with food before, but we are talking about banana split type food all OVER my body, nothing ever inside, but it sounded intriguing. I agreed. If I was going to stuff food inside me, I might as well lay down on the kitchen table. Eat me baby! Not only did Matt want to film everything, but he also wanted to participate.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’ve spent countless nights convincing loser betas that I was the answer to all their problems. I had mastered the art of making them believe that I was the only one who truly understood them. They would pour their hearts out to me and tell me all about their boring jobs, their lackluster love lives and their overall sense of inadequacy.
And I would listen, nodding sympathetically, all the while thinking about how they’re nothing more than pussy-free losers with zero hope in finding a girlfriend, or even a one-night stand for that matter, and how I was going to manipulate them into funding my next shopping spree or vacation. I mean, let’s be real, these guys were losers and they knew it. They were desperate for attention. And I was more than happy to provide that attention, for a price of course!
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl. But now I realize that I always will be. From the time I was very young, I’ve always been attracted to older men. I never ever had any interest in boys my own age. They are so immature. It feels like they are my brothers. I need a man, a real man. I love for a Daddy to take over and have his way with me. I don’t know why, but it feels so satisfying when a Daddy uses my body for his intense sexual gratification. The dirtier, the better. The kinkier his fetishes are, the more satisfaction I get. Daddies get so excited to be able to fulfill their nastiest, most taboo fantasies with me. And that gets my little tight teen pussy dripping.
I used to flirt with all of my Daddy’s friends when I was younger. It was so much fun to tease them until they couldn’t take it anymore. I would see how far I could push them. Their dicks would start getting hard in their pants. Then they would start squirming. I remember one time my Daddy was having a Super Bowl party.
Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464
I spent the whole day teasing my neighbor like the slutty bratty girl that I am in my tiny bikini and cut-off shorts as I garden. The way he kept “accidentally” walking by as I kept bending over as I was pulling the weeds was adorable. His wife was home too, which made it even more deliciously naughty.
Tonight I’m feeling particularly bratty and decided to wear my shortest skirt with no panties to the corner bar. keeps looking down when I “accidentally” drop my napkin, and I slowly bend down to pick it up. I’ve already gotten three free drinks in an hour; I swear I’m the luckiest.