A man’s balls phonesex

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Have you ever seen the gentle sway of a man’s balls? I would doubt so. For most women, this is nothing we are looking at. And for the men reading this I would say thing can be said as well. As a Domme, however, I know the sway better than most. I do not mean to say I watch as a man walks and his ball sac sways with the motion.

I mean that I make them sway. With my foot. I love a nice firm kick to a man’s balls. The high pitch sounds that come from him when he tries to catch his breath is a wonderful tune I could listen to all night and on many a night, I have done just this. I do not always do this just on request.

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Hotdogs in France phonesex

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Something I have learned to like here in America even when I was young was a hotdog. Yes of course we have hotdogs in France, but this is not the same as an all-American Frank is the term I think. There is something that I have seen a few times though that is much different than in France. When we are to cook a hotdog we would never ever place it in the microwave. I have seen my father do this.

And what happens more often than not. The hotdog would explode. It would split down the center. My father likes it this way as he says he can pack all his toppings in better than only trust this to the bun. I have no seen this in a new lite. Colobosis is the sexual pleasure gained from mutilation of the dick. I have seen men in a fad called the split hotdog.

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Cry for Me CBT Phonesex

Rosie, Rosie, puddin and pie, kicked the boys and made them cry

Hey you! Yea you! I know you secretly have a thing for sexy, mean, naughty girls. I might look sweet and sugary, but the heart that beats in my chest is black as the night time sky. My fondest memories are of me making the boys in school cry. I loved to kick or punch them in their stupid little dicks, but it was the screaming in pain and the steady flow of tears that made me do it again and again.

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Making You My Bitch Phonesex

The Divine Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Sssss,” I whisper to you, like sound of serpent in your ear. You are asleep amid the sumptuous satin sheets and velvet comforter on my big canopy bed. You begin to awake as you always do–your body naked, spread-eagle on your stomach. You begin to stretch. But wait, there is something not quite right this time. You try to move but you cannot. You are bound tightly by the wrists and ankles to the mahogany bedposts. “What?” you say to me, still sleepy, still not sure what is happening. “What?” I echo, a cruel smile playing upon my crimson lips. “What are you doing, Jasmine,” you say as you begin to realize what is happening. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am playing with you,” I answer, moving closer to you but not so close that you can touch me. “Like cat with little mouse.”

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