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Catfight. As I strode into the pulsating nightclub, a surge of energy coursed through my veins. The air crackled with anticipation and the throbbing music pounded in my ears.
Amidst the throng of people, my body collided with a middle-aged woman. Her drink splattered over my hot sexy dress, sending a wave of icy liquid down my spine. Fury surged through me as I turned to confront her.
‘Excuse me,’ I snapped. ‘You spilled my drink.’
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Hello horny readers. What a treat I have for you today. After a six-month interlude everyone’s favorite broken girl, miss permanently damaged goods herself, has made her return to therapist Laylene’s couch. That’s right, let’s give a big therapist Laylene welcome back to Hannah!!
So, if you want to learn more about Hannah, or just get hard and get off to her prior stories of molestations and more, click here here and here. Hannah says she hates knowing her traumas are on the Internet forever, but I’m not so sure. She keeps coming back for more and more. So either she secretly likes knowing she’s exposed forever, or she really does hate it but can’t help it. That whole damaged goods thing I guess. Can’t wait for you guys to call me and give me your views, but first be sure to read on. It’s a good one in that stretching a tiny girl’s cunt as she cries and sobs and cries and sobs and screams no please stop it really really hurts I just want you to love me but not like this sort of way.
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I love being a Mistress, in fact, I love every minute of it. I am always fascinated and find pleasure in dominating my submissives.
But there was one thing that I loved above all else, and that is when sissy panty boys call me. There is just something about it that makes my heart race with excitement. It is like unraveling a gift, not knowing what is inside until it is revealed.
One day, I received a call from a sissy panty-boy. He was nervous, his voice trembling as he spoke to me.
‘Hello, Mistress Laylene,’ he stammered. ‘I’ve been a bad boy, and I need to be punished.’
A coy smile spread across my face. I knew exactly what he needed.
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.
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Thankful for my new MotorBunny
Hello horny readers. Did everyone have a nice Thanksgiving? Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, cranberry sauce, and all the rest. Apple pie, ice cream, and drinks galore. Maybe you got to avoid the obnoxious uncle or, better yet, maybe you were the obnoxious uncle.
But thankful as you may be, there’s no way any of you are as thankful as me this Thanksgiving season.
See, I have a new MotorBunny to be thankful for in my house. And not just any MotorBunny. No no no. A very special MotorBunny indeed. Let me tell you about my special MotorBunny and maybe you can come up with a few ideas for how I can make it cum to life.