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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the expansive marble floors of my sugar daddy’s penthouse. I step out, heels clicking against the cool stone, and I can feel your eyes on me, hungry and eager. I turn to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know what I want for dessert, don’t you?”

You nod, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in your eyes. That look on you is absolutely lovable. I walk over to the plush couch, my dress riding up slightly with each step, giving you a teasing glimpse of my thighs. I turn around, my back to you, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Then I step out of it, standing in nothing but my black lace thong and heels.

“Come here,” I command, my voice firm yet inviting. You approach me, your eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and line. I turn around, my ass now facing you, and I bend over slightly, giving you a perfect view of my ass. “You know what to do,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. Continue reading “Dessert for My Sugar Daddy” →

Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

You’ve always had a thing for feet, and have always wanted to feel what it’s like to be beneath them. You would pay whatever price, just to get a view. Lucky for you, I have an open schedule for you to drool over all the parts of my feet. This is the day you have been waiting for to give me wads of your cash just to worship my beautiful feet!

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

 

Touching one’s soul is such a delicate thing to do. You might wonder how it all works. How is one able to accomplish such a magical feat? Well, touching my soul from the inside out is done a little differently. I mean, it’s still a beautiful feat. My soul is touched in various ways. But there is one way that most people never guess, and it’s one of the best ways. Those Benjamin’s touch my soul in a way that I’ve never been able to understand. I can only articulate it by the emotion it evokes into me.

When I think about them, I feel happy. It puts a smile on my face. When I fantasize about them, my cunt becomes soaking wet. And bluntly, all I want to do is roll around in them naked. When you give them to me, all I want to do is breathe them in.  It only feels right to spend them like the world’s biggest shopping spree. For some people it’s the air they breathe. For me, it’s those Benjamin’s. The way they make me feel brings me so many mixed emotions to my tippy tongue, I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t want to ever get enough. It’s my way to exist, to be, and to thrive.

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