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Me being a pet
As you all know i am a bitch of my mistress "sissychick". This incident happen recently during my training of being a little slut. So i was sitting right next to my mistress bed, like a loyal dog, still having anal plug inside my ass and my dog collar. It was the mark of me being my mistr... Read full Story
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My TS Journey
I'm a straight, married guy in my 30's, at least that how I appear to everyone that knows me. I have an intense obsession with Trans women that I have been indulging since I was a teenager. Over the years this fixation has grown into something that ranged from watching porn initially, to having my a... Read full Story
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Pounded to submission part1
“Oh shit, fuck my black ass with that thick white cock you fucking tranny.” He moaned. “Harder, **** my tight fucking ass baby.” He screamed “Quit screaming like a bitch and take it like a man cock-whore.” She exclaimed. He could feel a growing sensation ... Read full Story
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UNE HISTOIRE DE SISSY BIMBO ⚧️ ⚧️
"Qu'est ce que je fais ici?" Ce n'était pas la première fois que Max se posait cette question ce soir. Il détestait les rassemblements avec beaucoup de monde, il détestait les fêtes et il détestait particulièrement les soirées costumées. Et pourtant il était là. Pas seulement lors d'une soirée costu... Read full Story
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LES NOUVELLES FILLES ⚧️ ⚧️
"Hey perdant," dit Ken en me poussant dans mon propre casier. « Tu es une putain de poule mouillée. Tu le sais, n'est-ce pas ? » "Bien, Ken!" dit Weston. "Pourquoi est-ce que vous devez toujours vous en prendre à moi ?" Je demande. Ken va me frapper et je me recroqu... Read full Story
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My wonderful life with Pat : Domi and Morgan
second part of the tattoo ..... I was nervous to be tied and at her mercy.Morgan put on a mask to make me blind and she tightened the ties to keep me from moving. Then with a very soft voice Morgan sussed me, don’t be afraid, i will make this day an unforgettable one. You will have a such intens... Read full Story
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Debbie Part 8
Moira sat in her booth at the entrance to the subway station and saw people pass by. She sat there every day selling tickets, and although several thousand people passed her during a shift, she could now recognize many of the regulars and she even knew when to expect them. It was now almost 9 o'cloc... Read full Story