Category: pussy worship

"Not yet, Babydoll."

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

“Chris,” His name slipped from my lips without intention. My head pushed back into the soft pillow; my spine bowed in desperation. Arching my hips into his hand as, he pleasured me with the slowest strokes of his fingers. I felt his smile against my neck before I heard his steady voice whisper over my flushed skin.

“Not yet, Babydoll.” I gritted my teeth against his wishes. My body was singing for him as he played it like an instrument, only he’d been playing for so long now that I was teetering on the brink. Every nerve ending screamed for release that he wouldn’t allow. My fingers curled around his forearm, feeling the muscles and tendons move under my grip. I needed to cum; another moment of balancing on this sharp edge would surely shatter me. His fingers drew back, leaving me panting, and I watched him swirl his wet fingers around my stiff nipple. Coating it in the visible need he caused.

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Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

It’s your newest candy girl here, and I’m here to tell you about my new boy toy. Let’s start with my pathetic boyfriend with a tiny cock. For starters, he can’t please me very well because it’s so tiny, I give him small dick humiliation treatment, which makes me so wet. He has this not so secret, kind of a secret, where he likes to flash girls with it even though they laugh at his pathetic tiny little cock. Why do I keep him around you may ask? Well, I keep him around as a pussy pleasing slave that I like to tease and humiliate. I’ll make him pull it out in front of all my friends, in public, and at parties. We all will humiliate him and use him like a toy.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

Everything in life is earned. Everything. You have to work hard for it.  When I think about all that I have, there is one common theme associated. It was all earned through some hard manual labor. Yes that’s right. Just about everything that I have, I either put in some deep manual labor, or did something else in order to get it. Now you might be thinking a bit off, but hey! That’s Tessa for you. The things that I work for aren’t always so typical to others. Earning Tessa’s titty sucking is just one of those times.

Now think about what you would need to do in order to earn the right to suck on these luscious titties. I mean just look at them. Who wouldn’t want to feast their mouth on these! They’re just so damn beautiful. So, what would you do? I have a few thoughts ruminating through my head. Do you want to know? You could start by getting on your hands and knees and spread my legs open. You know you wouldn’t be able to resist sucking on my tasty cunt. Why not take me on a shopping spree, with an unlimited supply of those Benjamins I love so much.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 445

 

Touching one’s soul is such a delicate thing to do. You might wonder how it all works. How is one able to accomplish such a magical feat? Well, touching my soul from the inside out is done a little differently. I mean, it’s still a beautiful feat. My soul is touched in various ways. But there is one way that most people never guess, and it’s one of the best ways. Those Benjamin’s touch my soul in a way that I’ve never been able to understand. I can only articulate it by the emotion it evokes into me.

When I think about them, I feel happy. It puts a smile on my face. When I fantasize about them, my cunt becomes soaking wet. And bluntly, all I want to do is roll around in them naked. When you give them to me, all I want to do is breathe them in.  It only feels right to spend them like the world’s biggest shopping spree. For some people it’s the air they breathe. For me, it’s those Benjamin’s. The way they make me feel brings me so many mixed emotions to my tippy tongue, I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t want to ever get enough. It’s my way to exist, to be, and to thrive.

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Shrunken Spelunking

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270

I read an advertisement for a shrunken man who wanted to go spelunking. He was looking for an adventurous, normal-sized woman who would let him dive deep into her…caves. The idea thrilled me. He said he was currently one inch tall and was looking for wet, tight caverns to explore. Of course, his hobby would bring me great pleasure as he did his exploring, so I dialed the number and asked how soon we could meet up.

He was even more excited and begged me to come pick him up. He was at the research facility that had shrunk him. They hosted a shrunken community and cared for people his size when they weren’t with keepers. I’d have to sign him out as his current caretaker while we had our fun and return him after if we wished to part ways.

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Pay Up, Please!

Posted 3 months ago by Mila

Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

How often do you call in? To one of us ladies, of course, not takeout Chinese. I believe it is not often enough. I mean, the ones on here who love to drain your wallets are very sad when you don’t come back. And I agree, wallet draining is so fun, and none of you losers ever gift us enough! Where are the questions about our Amazon wishlist? There are never enough questions about what you can pay for! Who else will pay for my new shoes? It ain’t gonna be me, I promise you that. I’m young I deserve to be spoiled rotten like the brat I am.

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1844-332-2639 ext 285

Hi boys I’m Trinity and I’m hoping to finally meet the Daddy Dom to handle me anywhere and leave me feeling sarene. At work,driving home,in the grocery store or gas station ,the bank, at your favorite place for lunch. In passing brushing up against you on accident.. I need to be pleased on the spot so anywhere goes once my wet fuzzy peach start throbbing. I cant control myself something takes over me. It’s been so hard to keep a job I’m always disappearing to rub that tsunami out with no one to help most of the time. I’ve lost so many jobs by constantly showing up late or not coming back from break on time.. thinking to myself i can make it quick but I always seem to get lost dipping in the chocolate jar. Have you ever had to excuse yourself from a meeting because you’ve made a drenching mess of a wet spot on yourself?

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Naomi 844-332-2639 ext 216

There is something I want to do with you. I don’t really care if you are eager for it, but being such a pathetic bitch, I know I can get away with doing anything to you I want. I want a Happy Little BBC Threesome with you, me, and a Big Black Cock.

I’ll invite you over first. So just you and me alone, knowing what is going to happen. I might dress you up in thigh-high stockings, a short skirt, and a pink bra under a white blouse. No panties, of course. We don’t want anything in the way of your BBC, do we? Look at you, all pretty and dressed slutty for your new lover.

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Cornucopia Of Pleasure

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

The cornucopia symbolizes fruitful abundance and nourishment. As a symbol of Thanksgiving and a way to share our bountiful pleasures with those we hold closest. I can’t think of a better replacement for the cornucopia this year on your dinner table than this tight, teen pussy.

I promise to be an abundant supply of good things and pleasures that await you when you spread me open and dig in.

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Naomi (844-332-2639) 216

I want you to Worship My Stocking Covered Legs. There is just something exciting about having a man on his knees, waiting for permission, his eyes locked on my long, luscious legs. I give permission, but the orders are clear. “Start at the bottom. Use your mouth only”.

With your hands on the floor, you’ll bow down low, pressing your lips at the top of my black stiletto heels.

“More,” I’ll whisper softly, eyes locked on you, mesmerized as I see you debase yourself, bow, obey, while you lick my heels. Juices leak out of my pussy, the scent filling the air. I hear you sniff, inhaling my pleasure, driving you to surrender more to your task.  Your mouth will open as your tongue bathes the leather like you are trying to devour it. You dick bobs, the head brushing against the carpet. You moan like the depraved little slut you are, subject to all my whims. Continue reading “Worship My Stocking Covered Legs” →