Coffee Break

First time — I show you the videos of all my past lovers. I want you to comment on each man. Which one would you suck for me?

Such a cutie — I want you in my room. Knock on my door when you are totally naked and fully submissive. You have one minute.

Enter. Crawl to me big boy. Do you have what I need? What am I saying — of course, you don’t. You are just a tiny little boy.

Real men get to take my ass — but all you will ever be allowed to do is to stroke that pathetic meat while I peg your mangina.

I bat my pretty eyes at you and you fall on your knees worshipping my female curves — look what I have between my legs.

Do you like big hips? The last thing you will see before I smother your cute little face — the ideal way to put you under control.

Sissy never compares to my toy — You could have the same right now. I feel so sorry for your tiny one. Turn around. Open that hole.

Yes, you will be staying without coming all day silly. Undress me? Focus on my dildo instead — Lick. Nude girls are not for you.

I love opening your ass while I deny you the right to touch your worthless part. I am the beginning of the rest of your sex life.

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I write and draw stories, short sex fictions with naughty artwork.

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Sissitrix

Sissitrix

I write and draw stories, short sex fictions with naughty artwork.

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