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Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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Extreme Phone Sex

Well horny readers, what a pleasant surprise I have for you today. Your favorite girl is back on therapist Laylene’s couch. That’s right, Shannon has returned. Need a refresher on all the wonderful things Shannon? Click here to enjoy everything that makes Shannon my favorite patient.

Anyway, seems Shannon had one more story she’s kept bottled up all these years. A memory locked away, that some other therapist might say can stay locked away, so it can’t hurt little Shannon again. But therapist Laylene says let’s find that key and let those memories live and play. First on a call, and then here where everyone can enjoy them forever. You wouldn’t lock a beautiful painting away, would you? You’d expose it. For everyone to enjoy.

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age play

Age-Play? – Yes please. And we continue……………….

The head on the roof of your mouth versus the ridge on your lips, the veiny shaft on your tongue. Can your cheeks expand to make a little happy place for daddy’s cockhead while your young, developing tongue massages the shaft? Or do you direct way down your throat, past your tonsils, giving daddy a special, tight, thrill? Or does he direct you? Do you try to stop him as his cock fills your throat? Does the look on your face, the sad, confused, eyes welling up with tears give him pause? Or does it turn him on more? Does he even look at you at all? Or do you disgust him?

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