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Film day #1 of this week, starts now 🎥

Film day #1 of this week, starts now 🎥

WHAT COLOR SHOULD I GET FOR MY COLLAB WITH MALEKA??

WHAT COLOR SHOULD I GET FOR MY COLLAB WITH MALEKA??

Cheerleader Handjob - You’re the head quarterback, and every..

Cheerleader Handjob - You’re the head quarterback, and everyone’s counting on you to crush it in the big game. I know how much pressure you’re under — and I know how to relieve some of it. You need to go in with a clear head, and I’m more than happy to help you… unwind.

You’ve been holding in so much tension, and that’s not good for focus. So I offer to help you release it — with my hands.

I’ve got your dick in my grip, slowly stroking you just right. I keep my cheer uniform on, looking so innocent while I work you up. I know exactly what I’m doing — coaxing every bit of stress and pressure out of you with each stroke.

And when you finally cum all over my hands, I can’t help but smirk. It’s such a hot mess, and I love that I did that to you. I hold it up, admiring it, knowing you feel so much better now. You’re relaxed, recharged… and totally ready to win.

Worship Through The Screen - You can’t touch me. You’ll neve..

Worship Through The Screen - You can’t touch me. You’ll never have me. Not my body, not my voice, and definitely not my perfect, pampered feet. And yet here you are, kneeling in front of your screen like the desperate little loser you are — completely addicted to your bratty online goddess.

You stare like a helpless fool, lips parted, eyes wide, practically drooling over a woman you can never reach. I make you stroke your ego down to absolutely nothing while I lift myself up — reminding you that I’m the only thing you’ll ever need… and the one thing you’ll never deserve.

You’d give anything just to be at my feet. To be allowed to kiss my soles, lick between my toes, or even just smell them. But no. You’re not good enough for that. You don’t even get to be in the same room. All you get is the view — filtered through a screen — while I tease you with every little movement.

I stretch my legs out slowly, wiggle my toes, show off my soft arches… and you act like it’s a blessing. You kiss the air like a pathetic digital servant, worshipping every inch of me like it’s your religion. And I love watching you degrade yourself.

You’ll never touch me. You’ll never be worthy of my feet. But you’ll stay right there — stroking your obsession, begging for more, completely lost in the fantasy of a goddess who only exists on the other side of your screen.

You don’t just worship me. You belong to me.

Tiny Handjob - I see the sweetest little surprise—my favorit..

Tiny Handjob - I see the sweetest little surprise—my favorite tiny, waiting quietly on my bed. You must have snuck in early, knowing how much I adore starting my day with you. You’re so small, so precious in the palm of my hand.

I lift you up gently, my fingertip brushing over your tiny form as I admire how eager you are for my touch. My finger begins to slowly stroke along your body in a soft, rhythmic motion. I love how sensitive you are—how even the smallest movement from me feels so overwhelming to you.

It’s such an intimate moment—just you and me, completely in sync. I keep my touch light and teasing, guiding you toward that perfect release. And when it happens, I smile, holding you close with a soft giggle, already thinking about the next time we’ll play like this again.

Alphas Superior Load - Look at this pathetic little mess. I ..

Alphas Superior Load - Look at this pathetic little mess. I hold up your tiny, used condom—barely anything in it, like always. It’s honestly embarrassing. I laugh as I pour it out, slowly… right into your mouth. That’s where it belongs—inside of you, reminding you what a weak, inadequate cuck you really are. It never should’ve left your body. You don’t deserve to make a mess like this.

But this? This is what a real load looks like. I pull out a second condom—fuller, thicker, undeniably superior—and you already know it didn’t come from you. I pour it slowly over my bare feet, letting it coat my skin while I watch your expression crumble.

Now get on your knees and lick it off. Every drop. Worship the proof that you’ll never measure up. This is your place—serving, cleaning, obeying… while I remind you exactly how small you really are.

Simp School - Welcome to Simp School, loser. You’re here bec..

Simp School - Welcome to Simp School, loser. You’re here because you’re pathetic—and I love that. But if you want to be my simp, you need to do it right. No half-assed worship, no shy stammering, no “please, goddess” unless I command it. In this class, I lay down the rules of ultimate devotion, humiliation, and servitude. I tell you exactly how to beg, how to pay, how to crawl, and how to thank me when I laugh in your face. There’s no diploma, no graduation—just endless lessons in obedience. Your homework? To become the perfect little simp puppet, drooling for attention and praying for scraps of it. Now shut up, sit down, and take notes—your goddess is speaking.

1? Or 2? 😌

1? Or 2? 😌

Middle Finger Moron - This? This is all it takes to break yo..

Middle Finger Moron - This? This is all it takes to break you. Just my middle finger… and suddenly you’re weak, desperate, humiliated—and hard. You’re not like normal men, are you? You don’t get off to curves or kindness. You’re not some confident alpha. No. You’re a middle finger moron. A joke.

Regular guys want love and attention… but you? You need to be humiliated. You need to be crushed. My words are your oxygen. My insults? Your addiction. And this finger—this perfect, disrespectful finger—is the closest thing to affection you’ll ever get from me.

I point it at you, and you melt. I shove it in your face, and suddenly you’re panting like a pathetic little perv. You can’t even pretend to be normal. You’ve never been normal. You’re wired for degradation. You need to be reminded that you’re nothing—worthless, brainless, and only useful when you’re being put in your place.

This is who you are. A middle finger worshipper. A humiliation junkie. A moron who’s only good for one thing—being laughed at while you lose control over the most degrading part of yourself.

Pathetic And Powerless - Look at you… sitting there, complet..

Pathetic And Powerless - Look at you… sitting there, completely entranced, clinging to every single word that drops from my lips like it’s gospel. So pathetic. So helpless. And now, I’m going to make that even worse for you. Open your mouth. You’re going to swallow my spit—because you’re that weak for me.

I want you to feel it sliding down your throat. Warm. Personal. Intimate in the most degrading way. Because now… I’m inside you. You begged for this, didn’t you? Craved it. My spit… a piece of me. And now it’s in you. That’s how far gone you are.

You’re not just beneath me—you’re consumed by me. Obsessed. Owned. Powerless to resist anything I say, anything I do. You don’t get choices anymore. You get spit. You get mocked. You get used. And the worst part? You love it.

Say it. Admit it. You’re mine. You’re pathetic. Powerless. And now, I’m a part of you in the most humiliating way possible. Just the way you were always meant to be.

I Ate The Neighbor - Baaabe… you are never going to believe ..

I Ate The Neighbor - Baaabe… you are never going to believe what happened while you were at work. You know that annoying neighbor? The one who never shuts up? Yeah… well, he’s not going to be bothering us anymore.

He stopped me in the driveway again, all smiles and small talk, but I noticed something. The way his eyes kept dropping down to my big, swollen belly. He wasn’t listening to a word I was saying—just drooling over this tight, round bump. So I thought… why not give the perv what he wants?

I stepped in close. Pushed my belly right up against his face. Firm. Full. Heavy. He froze. He just stood there, like a pathetic little beta, letting me grind this big belly against his mouth like I owned him. I taunted him, teased him… told him to admit what he really wanted. And you know what? I think the cravings took over. Because one second he was standing there, and the next? He was gone.

Mmm… I ate him. Every inch. He’s in here now, squirming, kicking, whining. I ate the neighbor.

(pokes belly) Shhh… hush in there. You were annoying before, and now you’re even louder in my stomach. Settle down, or I’ll eat someone else just to shut you up.

Oh, and you… my sweet, twisted husband. I know you’re loving this. You’ve always had that little vore fetish tucked away behind your sweet smiles. You love watching me waddle around, stuffed with a whole man, don’t you? So come here. Get in bed. Let me tell you every juicy detail while he kicks from the inside and I rub this belly all over you.

I’m full. I’m dominant. And I know exactly what gets you off.

Mila Stomps Out A Tiny - I almost stepped on something… thou..

Mila Stomps Out A Tiny - I almost stepped on something… thought it was a bug at first. But no. It was one of them. A Tiny. I’ve heard the stories—little specks crawling around, desperate and helpless—but I never believed they were real. Until now. I picked him up, gave him a little taste… ugh. Disgusting. Not worth keeping. So I decided to play. I dangled my feet above him, teased him, toyed with his tiny body while he squirmed in fear—and maybe even a little pleasure. Gross. Still, it was fun… for a while. But toys get boring. So I stomped him. Barefoot. One final crunch to remind him how meaningless he really was. Then a little tap with my slipper, just to make sure. And just like that, I walked away. Like he never existed.

Taste My Stinky Feet - There you are… right at my feet, exac..

Taste My Stinky Feet - There you are… right at my feet, exactly where you belong. I’ve had these socks on all day, and let’s just say—they’re not exactly fresh. But I know that doesn’t bother you. In fact, I think it’s your favorite part. The scent, the warmth, the way I slowly peel them off while you watch… completely mesmerized.

I let you get closer, just enough to breathe me in. You adore it, don’t you? Every little sniff, every gentle kiss… it’s like you’re proving something. Showing me that you can be a good boy. The more you worship, the more pleased I get. That eager look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know.

So go ahead. Taste them. Let yourself sink into the moment. Maybe, just maybe, if you’re obedient enough, I’ll let you stay there a little longer. Or even better—I might start to expect you there.

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Pregnant Hungry Milf - Oh honey… I couldn’t believe it when ..

Pregnant Hungry Milf - Oh honey… I couldn’t believe it when I stepped into your room. Freshly 18 and still surrounded by all these silly little toys? You looked so innocent, so… unripe. But the way your eyes locked onto my big, swollen belly? I saw right through you. You were mesmerized. I could feel your curiosity, your arousal, your helpless little fascination with every tight stretch of my pregnant body. So I used it. I teased you, flaunted this heavy belly right in your face, let you think I was just being playful. But sweetie, I had a craving—and you were exactly what I needed to satisfy it. Now look at you… tucked deep inside me, filling me up from the inside out. Mmm, you’re making my belly even rounder. Can you hear me in there? Good. Because I’m not done teasing you yet…

Sniff Til I Say Stop - That’s it… get down there. Bury your ..

Sniff Til I Say Stop - That’s it… get down there. Bury your face in my sweaty socks and inhale. Deep, filthy breaths. You love how strong they smell after I’ve been wearing them all day, don’t you? I can see how hard it makes you. Good. Now stroke. Slowly. You don’t get to cum unless I say so—and you don’t stop sniffing unless I let you. My scent owns you now. I’ll tell you when to stroke harder… when to slow down… when to edge. But no matter what, you keep sniffing. Let my sweaty socks ruin you, addict you, control you. You’re mine until I say otherwise.

Cheerleader Rejection - Ew—you? Seriously? You actually thou..

Cheerleader Rejection - Ew—you? Seriously? You actually thought you had a chance with me? That is beyond pathetic. I’m the hottest cheerleader in school, and you’re… well, you. A total loser. You stuttered through that weak little attempt at asking me out, and I almost laughed in your face. So I did. I mean, did you really think I’d ever go out with someone like you? Keep dreaming. This is me absolutely destroying your fragile ego—mocking your desperation, your creepy crush, your sad little fantasies. I want you to remember how far out of your league I am… every time you pathetically jerk off to this rejection. Enjoy, loser.

Hiding In My Heels - Ugh—what the hell? I’m trying to get re..

Hiding In My Heels - Ugh—what the hell? I’m trying to get ready and there’s something inside my heel… oh. Look who it is. You really thought you could hide in my shoe like some pathetic little bug, just to be close to my feet? That’s so pathetic it’s almost cute. Almost. But now that I’ve got you, I might as well have some fun. You wanted to worship these heels so bad? Go on—beg. Lick the bottom. Kiss the sole. Grovel under my toes. You don’t get to choose anymore. And when I’m done with your squirmy little body? I’m going to crush you slowly—heel first. You wanted my feet? You’ll get all of them.

Filthy Cummy Feet - Look at them. Absolutely disgusting, rig..

Filthy Cummy Feet - Look at them. Absolutely disgusting, right? My feet are filthy—actually dirty. Covered in grime, smudged from walking barefoot, and oh… what’s that? Mmm, drenched in cum. I made Alpha explode all over my soles earlier, and now I’m presenting them to you, my pathetic little footlicker. Open wide, loser. You’re going to clean every inch with your tongue—dirt, sweat, and sticky mess included. And if you’re gross enough to cum while worshipping my used-up feet? Well, guess what? That goes in your mouth too. No part of this is optional. You’re beneath me—literally.

Flip Flop Seduction - Your girlfriend and I were just chatti..

Flip Flop Seduction - Your girlfriend and I were just chatting… nothing unusual. I looked cute, casual, dangling my flip flops while we talked—totally innocent. But then I noticed you staring. You couldn’t stop watching my feet slap and sway, could you? I saw the way you bit your lip, and that’s when I decided to have a little fun. I started teasing you quietly, right under her nose. When she stepped out, it was our chance. I whispered the filthiest things, showed off my perfect soles, and told you exactly what I wanted you to do. I wanted your cum all over my feet—now. And just before she came back? You gave me exactly what I asked for. I slipped my wet, messy feet right back into my flip flops, smirking, like nothing ever happened. Just our dirty little secret…

Date Night PT 2 Footjob Foreplay - We just got back from our..

Date Night PT 2 Footjob Foreplay - We just got back from our little date night with friends, and you already know what comes next. I slip off my heels, stretch out on the bed, and give you that look—the one that says you better assume the position. You know exactly what I want.

My feet slowly find their way to your lap, teasing and stroking until you’re squirming. I don’t stop until you’re spilling all over them, warm and messy—just how I like it. But I glance down, smirking at the sight.

You really thought we were done? Oh… we’re just getting started.

While You Wait - You walk into the studio expecting ink, but..

While You Wait - You walk into the studio expecting ink, but surprise—your artist had to run out. Lucky for you, I’m holding down the fort… barefoot, relaxed, and definitely not shy. I’m propped up behind the desk, painting my toes, when I notice the way you’re looking. I tease you about having a thing for feet, wiggling my toes just to see your reaction. You try to play it cool, but I can tell you’re curious—maybe even tempted.

I tell you it’s okay to touch them, even invite you to give me a little foot rub while you wait. I guide your hands to my soles, encouraging you to explore while we both pretend this is just passing time.

Pledge Hazing - You showed up just like you were told—ready ..

Pledge Hazing - You showed up just like you were told—ready to be hazed. Poor thing. Too bad you didn’t read the fine print. I’m the one in charge of you tonight, and I’ve got very specific instructions. If you want to survive your fraternity’s initiation—and if I want to complete mine—you’re going to do exactly what I say. That means slipping into this cheerleader uniform, letting me do your makeup, and strutting your stuff at the big game like the perfect little spirit girl. Don’t pout, it’s so much fun humiliating you… and trust me, the consequences for saying no are way worse.