The oral trainer entered one of many storage rooms for our backstock of yet unsold merchandise. "Hi sweetpea, me again." His sickeningly sweet tone juxtaposed his cruel intentions as he unzipped his pants. "Don't worry, I'll help you serve your purp
Giselle Charlemagne, the obscenely wealthy business mogul, was used to getting what she wanted. She was on the prowl, being driven by the men that were handsomely paid to do her bidding. (More story in the comments)
"PHNMMNN!! MMPH NPH GN!!!" The soon to be pleasure slaves grunted and gurgled into their penis gags as they futility fought their restraints, hoping that someone would hear them in this last moment. Unable to move, speak, see, or hear, the squirmy fuck
Ads for open maid positions have by far been my most profitable method for collecting merchandise. This little number will come up for auction in a few weeks once properly broken
