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You Were Made To Be Mounted

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

“Wait, I’m not sure.” The quiver in your voice makes my pussy wet. I love that you’re unsure and scared. My hand rubs over your back gently, and I moan. After you slipped that little secret curiosity about being pegged, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you. I’d convinced you to let me try, but still, you’re hesitant. “You’ll go slow?” You ask me over your shoulder, and I nod. It’s a lie. I have no intention of being gentle or slow once I break into your virgin asshole.

My hand slips over your ass cheeks, and I giggle when they clench. Then I cup your balls, kneading them in my hand as I purr, “You were made to be mounted, baby. Just relax.”

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My sweet‑talking, ever‑ready sissy confessed something to me recently. She confessed that she’d been dreaming about the feel of something firm and solid pressing against her delicate, eager asshole. Something like my 10″ strap-on. She explained that being pegged was a secret fantasy that had been bubbling beneath her perky tits and talented tongue for far longer than either of us cared to admit.

Without a single hesitation, I slipped the sleek, polished strap‑on from its velvet pouch and admired its gleaming curve. I slipped the strap around my waist, feeling the weight settle against my hips. The sissy, perched on the edge of the bed, clutched the sheets with trembling fingers. “I’ve wanted this so badly, Cory,” she whispered.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Daniel wasn’t my usual type. I usually went for the brooding artist, all messy hair and existential angst. Daniel was corporate. Crisp suit, perfectly coiffed hair, the kind of guy who probably knew the exact Dow Jones closing number. But he’d been clear in his profile – and even clearer in our messages. He wanted to be pegged. And honestly? After a string of disastrous dates with said brooding artists, the clarity was refreshing.

“So,” I said, as I opened the door to my apartment. He stood on my welcome mat, looking slightly awkward, holding a bottle. “You brought drinks. How traditional.” He blushed, a surprisingly endearing look on his meticulously groomed face. “Is that okay? I wasn’t sure…” “Perfectly fine,” I reassured him, taking the bottle. “Come on in. Drinks first, or straight to business?” I winked, trying to gauge his reaction. His blush deepened. “Maybe drinks first? Ease into things?”

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Pegging Event

Posted 1 year ago by Writer

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was casually scrolling through Facebook when I did a total doubletake. “Pegging Event!” No way, I said to myself. There’s no way this could be about one of my favorite activities, pegging!

To me, there’s something so primal and erotic about taking control, flipping the script, and making a man surrender to pleasure in this way. I get to be the top, the one in charge, while he gets to be vulnerable and open, taking my dick up his ass. It’s always an incredible rush.

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sissy girl

Posted 1 year ago by Amber

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I smirk as I walk into the bedroom, my sissy girl already waiting for me on the bed. She’s wearing a tight pink dress that barely covers her ass, and her long blonde hair is pulled up into pigtails. I can see the nervousness in her eyes, but there’s also a spark of excitement. She wants this, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“You ready for this, sissy?” I ask, my voice dripping with amusement. She nods, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, Mistress.” I chuckle, walking over to the dresser where I keep my toys. I pick up the sleek, purple device and wave it in the air. “This little thing? It’s going to make you scream, like a sissy bitch.” She whimpers, her hands clutching the sheets. I can see the wetness already staining the crotch of her dress.

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Peggy

Posted 1 year ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

In the privacy of my luxurious penthouse, I stood tall in my stilettos, commanding attention in my sheer lingerie. My gaze fell on Peggy, a man of power and prestige, yet here, in my domain, he was just a man with an insatiable desire. “Take off your clothes, Peggy,” I demanded, my voice laced with authority. “You know the drill.”

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Only for you, Cory,” he replied, shedding his expensive suit, revealing his toned body. His dick stood at attention, eager and ready. I walked over to my collection of toys, my fingers tracing over the various sizes. I picked up a large, black dildo, turning to face Peggy. His eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re going to love this,” I promised, my voice dripping with seduction.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The reasons guys call me are varied, to say the least. Some are looking for a playful romp, a bit of lighthearted fun and maybe a tickle fight (okay, maybe not EXACTLY a tickle fight). Others seem to yearn for a 1950s housewife, ready to cater to their every whim, both in and out of the bedroom. Then there are the fellas with a genuine love and admiration of women’s undergarments. Hey, I totally get it! Lingerie is S-E-X-Y!

And then…Then, we have the guys who love nothing more than a good pegging session. Now, for those of you who might be living under a rock (or perhaps just haven’t stumbled down that particular corner of the internet), pegging, in its simplest form, is when a woman uses a strap-on dildo to penetrate a man. It’s a role reversal, a power play, and let’s be honest, a heck of a lot of fun!

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Pegging Party

Posted 1 year ago by Writer

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Oh honey, I can’t wait to slide my thick, girthy strap-on deep into that tight little ass of yours. You’re going to be such a good boy for me, aren’t you? Moaning and begging as I stretch you wide open on my cock. It’s pegging party night!

I’ve got the perfect toy picked out for this naughty pegging session. A big, fat dildo that’s going to make you see stars. It’s inky black silicone will look so delicious violating your pink hole. I might start you off with something smaller first, just to get you nice and ready. Work you up slooowly. But we both know what you really want, what you really need – my huge, veiny strap-on splitting you in half.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My darling sissy was all dolled up in his cute pink panties and sheer thigh-high stockings, just the way I like him. I was lounging on the bed in just a lacy bra and garter belt, feeling rather frisky.

“I think it’s time we try something new, sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I’m going to peg that pathetic pussy of yours.”

My sissy’s eyes went wide as saucers. “P-Peg me, sis? But I’ve never-”

“Shh, you’ll do as you’re told,” I cooed, patting his cheek condescendingly. “Now be a good girl and fetch me the strap-on.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

As I stood in the softly lit bedroom, my heart raced with anticipation. Tonight was the night I had been dreaming about: pegging my boyfriend. The air felt charged with a mix of excitement as I prepared, the strap-on glimmering enticingly under the warm glow of the lamp.

My boyfriend entered the room, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. I could see the flicker of curiosity, fear and desire dance in his gaze.  I approached him slowly, feeling empowered, the weight of the harness a comforting reminder of what was to come.

“Are you ready?” I whispered, my voice thick with need. He nodded, biting his lip, and I could see a flush creeping up his neck. I leaned down to meet him, our lips brushing softly before I captured him in a deeper kiss. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer, as if to say he was entrusting himself to me.

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