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You must be thinking, “If a Unicorn doesn’t exist, how can two Femdoms make them race?” Haven’t you any imagination? What good is phonesex if you can’t flex the rules of reality? Come sit for a moment and try not to stroke your puny cock as I tell you the tale of how Mistress Alex and I made Unicorns race.
One of our newest candy girls grabbed my attention with her demanding demeanor. As a welcome present to the wicked world of Candy, I invited Mistress Alex over to my southern California home with the promise of great entertainment. She accepted the invitation and asked what she should bring. “A few of your favorite toys and little else,” I replied. While she was visiting, I would provide everything she could need.
Unicorn Races With Mistress Alexus
and Mistress Alex
A sleek black car arrived outside the gates of my home, and I pressed the button eagerly to welcome them in. She parked in the swooping circular driveway and stepped out of the car like a vision. The bright So-Cal sun glittered on her black thigh-high boots and the tiny black bikini top she wore. A skirt shorter than I gasp I inhaled dared me to oogle her toned legs as she lifted her dark shades to greet me. “Alexus!” She beamed.
“Alex! Look at you, my god, you are divine.” She shrugged off my compliment with a knowing smirk, and we embraced. Two tanned and sexy, oiled men climbed out of her car and began unloading her luggage. “I said you wouldn’t need much.”
“I didn’t know what fun you had planned and wanted to be prepared.” She reasoned, and I nodded. Fair enough. My own slaves slinked out of the house to discuss Mistress Alex’s toys, and together, they dismissed themselves to organize her things. I looped her arm through my elbow and patted her hand.
“Let’s have some fun!” I led her to the back of the house where the pool shimmered, just waiting for someone to break its refreshing surface. Around the giant pool, I’d had the slaves outline a little track. Our lounge chairs angled where we could see the entire track, and Alex giggled.
“What do you have in mind?” her curiosity took in the Unicorn masks, Unicorn tail butt plugs, and hoof-like boots laid out by the starting line. I clapped my hands, and our four little slave boys hurried to our sides.
“It’s time.”
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Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349