Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

Mistress Tessa loves making you feel ALL the feels. And it DOES feel so good, doesn’t it? Spanking you with a wooden paddle; is there anything like it? I know I never want to stop. First, I start slowly with 1 spank, then 2. And by the 3rd, I start to lose my mind just a little. There comes this feeling from the 3rd that I can’t quite put my finger on, but it’s there. The tears from my eyes are all real; the exhilaration that I get from getting YOU OFF.  I would guess yours are much more gratifying. With each moan that you shudder, each tear that drops to the ground, remember I also feel it second-hand. And with every gasp that you take, it lets me to know to keep going further, or to slow it down if even at all.

Your butt looked as plump as can be, getting redder by the minute. It only made sense to continue. You started sticking it out more and more. I mean, who in their right mind would stop at that point? Oh wait… but who in their right mind would ask for such a thing.

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I am a Sugar Baby Aussie Ready to Mind-fuck You. See, I am pursuing my doctorate in Psychology, and I will use this to my advantage with you. Mindfucking and manipulation are just too much fun. All you have to do is sit back and let me take advantage of you emotionally, psychologically and financially. I call it the trifecta of sugaring.

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Rhonda Playing with Sissy Bois. I love playing with sissy boys, femboys, and bois who just cannot turn into a man. Dressing up is fun. I have a closet full of sexy clothes, Some I will even share. I would start with some panties, pink maybe, silky against your freshly shaved groin. Stocking for your smooth as a woman’s legs. Maybe a short plaid skirt, you know, the style, the same as a schoolgirl uniform. A matching bra would be pink, something small for your little titties. The white blouse with the top three buttons spread open so we can see the top of your bra. I’d slip you into two-inch heels, red to match the skirt. We’d do up your hair, maybe even use a wig, and then finally perfect your face with such pretty, slutty makeup. Now, what shall we do?

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cuckold surprise the ex

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Everyone has that one ex that we can’t get over. Maybe they left you tantalized and wanting more, or maybe they messed with you too much and you wish you could forget them. Today I brought someone to go see their ex. They thought it would be a sappy reunion, but alas, no. They were in for quite the surprise…

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Ariel 1-844-332-2639 Ext 290

Ever since I found out what a gloryhole is I have been enamored with the concept. Gloryhole adventures was high on my list of goals. Since I wasn’t into vaginal sex much growing up I was most definitely into giving head and I’d learned I was pretty good at it. The power that I feel when I’ve got you in my throat, buried passed these lips, is irreplaceable. So many dreams came true for me this weekend. The strip club down the street hosting an amateur night had me feeling brave and so the next night I went out in search of another adventure. Gloryhole adventures did I find!

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Ariel 1-844-332-2639 Ext 290

Domination is something that has always appealed to me, just as much as submission. Being a switch has definitely made my sex life more interesting. I’ve recently discovered I really love telling someone, “get on your knees.” It just feels so naughty and powerful. Lately I started hooking up with a guy on occasion who really enjoys being submissive. We had a couple of date dates and found the chemistry wasn’t right romantically, but sexually we found a lot of interests in common. Deciding to play together has been a learning curve for both of us and I love it. Nothing makes me feel more powerful then watching anyone wrap their lips around the head of my strap on. This guy loved to be on his knees for me, and I was happy to oblige.
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Elaine  1844-332-2639 ext 250

I have always known that I am superior to men. It has always been very easy for me to get my way with them. And once I have you it’s my way or the highway. These boots were made for walking. And I love using mine to walk all over you. In all my relationships I am the boss.

Even if a man thinks that he is running the show. He will quickly come to realize that he is beneath me. A worthless loser to be trampled under my heels. And Puddy in my hands. To be molded as I see fit. To be used to satisfy my needs only.

A man’s needs have never mattered to me. My only need for you in my life is to play whatever position I need to be filled. And believe me, I have many positions for you little wankers and perverts to play. I have sugar daddies, servants, toilet bowls, and on-call pussy lickers.

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Induldge In Sadomasochism

Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208

Mmm, the title caught your attention. You’re curious to indulge, and that’s okay. It’s a little taboo and misunderstood, yet you can’t help much lust for pain. Don’t feel shamed by the ache inside of you; it’s basically Newton’s Third Law in motion. Fucking physics. You want to hurt… and I want to hurt you. I’m the action, and you’ll be my reaction.

It’s a beautiful partnership when a Sadist finds a masochist. A true masochist will desire to accept my pain even outside of the bedroom so long as it brings me pleasure. Imagine yourself at the kitchen sink washing dishes after dinner when I slip up behind you. My arms wrap around you from behind, and my lips tease your ear. Of course, your cock stirs at my touch, but your nervous system instantly goes on alert. Just my predatory arms around you sends you into fight or flight, and it should, because I’d reach over the sink and turn the faucet temperature all the way to the red.

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Kayla 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A cold shiver shifted along my spine as I squatted in the large open shower. Emmi had left the shower head on in a steamy trickle; the splattering sound around my feet echoed the need building inside me. She’d shackled me naked against the cold tile and told me I’d have to go sooner or later.

I balanced on the balls of my feet with my knees open. Anytime I tried to close them, Emmi would get up off her perch and slap my legs till they opened again. Then she would pour another bottle of water into my mouth. How many had she forced me to drink already? Four, maybe five. She held her phone in her hand, talking to the viewers who were live streaming my humiliation. “Everyone who bet two hours is out; little Miss holds it just tipped over her second hour since being restrained.”

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