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Stroke Your Tiny Dick - Aww, look at you—already hard? That ..

Stroke Your Tiny Dick - Aww, look at you—already hard? That tiny thing is the saddest excuse for a cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, it’s almost cute… in the most pathetic, laughable way.

You know what it reminds me of? This.

[holds up her phone, flashing a picture of a tiny mushroom]

Yep. That’s what I see when I look at your little embarrassment. A stubby, squishy, useless mushroom.

And yet… here you are. Ready to stroke for me. It’s adorable, really—thinking you’re good for anything other than being humiliated. But I’ll let you. I’ll let you stroke that sad little thing while I laugh at you.

I’ll tell you exactly how to do it. When to touch. How fast. When to stop. Because even though you’re useless… you’re still mine to control.

You want to stroke for me? Then be a good little mushroom-dick loser and follow every word. Because the only pleasure you’re allowed is the kind I give you. And even then… I might not let you enjoy it. 

Big Beautiful Belly - Look at this belly. Big, round, soft… ..

Big Beautiful Belly - Look at this belly. Big, round, soft… and so unbelievably beautiful. You feel that pull, don’t you? That instinct to drop to your knees and worship it—because deep down, you know this is what you were made for.

Tiny little things like you have one purpose: to feed me. To keep this gorgeous belly full, stretched, and perfect. You were never meant to live a long life. No, your destiny ends right here… melting away inside me, just another nameless snack to keep me satisfied.

Some of you accept that fate. You welcome it. I see the way you stare—obsessed, desperate, honored to become part of me. And honestly? I respect that. At least you know your place.

But then there are the scared ones. The ones who tremble, beg, try to run. You think that fear will save you? It only makes me hungrier. I love watching you squirm, knowing that no matter how hard you fight, you’re still going to end up right where you belong—inside my belly.

So whether you’re shaking with fear or begging to be swallowed… in the end, it doesn’t matter. You all end up the same. Just fuel for my beauty. Another tiny sacrifice for my perfect, greedy belly.

Brat Girl Slipper Dangling - I don’t have to say a thing to ..

Brat Girl Slipper Dangling - I don’t have to say a thing to keep you locked in place. Just me, dangling my cheetah print slippers… barely acknowledging you. That’s all it takes, isn’t it?

You sit there, totally obsessed, hoping—begging—for even the slightest bit of attention. But all you get are the occasional bratty looks I throw your way… just to remind you that I know you’re watching. And I don’t care.

I don’t need to speak. I don’t need to tease. I don’t need to do anything for you. Because the truth is, watching me ignore you turns you on more than anything else. You’d do anything just to be noticed. And still—I give you nothing. Just these slow, lazy dangles… my slipper slipping off my toes… and those dirty little looks that say you’ll never have me.

Keep watching, loser. This is as close as you’ll ever get.

Stroke To My Cummy Feet - Mmm, look at my feet… dripping, gl..

Stroke To My Cummy Feet - Mmm, look at my feet… dripping, glistening, soaked in cum. You can’t take your eyes off them, can you? Every movement, every little flex of my toes, just makes the mess even stickier… and you love it.

You’re already throbbing, aren’t you? Stroking like a good boy while I play with my cum-covered soles—seducing you with every little toe wiggle, every slow, sensual rub. I know exactly what this is doing to you.

I don’t even have to say much. Just watching me tease you with these sticky, creamy feet is enough to make you weak. You’d give anything to taste them, to press your face into them, to cum again just from the sight.

But for now? You’re gonna stroke. Nice and slow. While I show you exactly how filthy I like it.

I want you to watch every drip… every glisten… and fall even harder under my control. Keep stroking. You don’t get to look away.

Humiliating My Pathetic Stalker - Ugh, you again? What are t..

Humiliating My Pathetic Stalker - Ugh, you again? What are the odds we just “happened” to bump into each other, huh? Don’t answer that—I already know this was your sad little plan. Pathetic. You really thought you’d get my attention by lurking around like some obsessed loser? Please. You’re not even worthy to breathe the same air as me.

But you want attention so badly, don’t you? Fine—kneel. Right here. In public. Show me just how low you’re willing to go. Oh, now you’re kneeling? Cute. But don’t even think about making eye contact. You’re not on my level. Keep your eyes down—on my Converse.

If you’re going to be down there like a disgusting little pest, you might as well make yourself useful. Go on. Lick. Clean the bottoms of my sneakers with that pathetic tongue. Don’t stop until your mouth is coated in grime and filth. I want to see the black residue all over you. That’s better—it suits you.

Spits in your mouth. Spits again, right on your face.

Now get lost. You’ve had enough of me for one lifetime.

Fleshlight Fuckery Extended Ending - So… this is what you’ve..

Fleshlight Fuckery Extended Ending - So… this is what you’ve been reduced to? Stroking that pathetic little excuse for a cock with a fleshlight, like some desperate loser? Honestly, I expected better—but at the same time, it’s so fitting. You don’t deserve a real woman. You deserve this—cold, plastic, and completely inanimate. Just like your sex life. You know what else you deserve? Slurping every last drop of that loser cum, straight out of your little pocket pussy. Eat up, loser. 

The Closest You’ll Ever Get - Look at you… sitting there lik..

The Closest You’ll Ever Get - Look at you… sitting there like a good little loser, mesmerized by every move I make. You know watching me through a screen is the closest you’ll ever get, but that doesn’t stop you from coming back again and again, does it? You stare like I might reach out and touch you. Like I might acknowledge you as anything more than the pathetic little nobody you are.

My feet move closer, and I can see how badly you want it. You lean in like it’ll make a difference, like the distance between us will disappear if you just stare hard enough. But I’m still a million miles away. You can’t reach me. You never will. And deep down, you know that.

All you’ll ever be good for is watching… silently, hopelessly, while I remind you exactly how out of your league I am.

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Your Girlfriends Roommate - Your girlfriend won’t even ackno..

Your Girlfriends Roommate - Your girlfriend won’t even acknowledge your foot fetish—she acts like it’s weird, like you should be ashamed of it. But I’m not her. I’m her roommate… and I think it’s hot. I’ve noticed the way you stare at My feet, trying not to look for too long when she’s around. But now it’s just us. So I slip out of my heels, stretch out, and tell you to show Me how badly you want them. You start stroking—nervous, guilty, but so turned on. And I’m loving every second. Even when your girlfriend starts calling, asking how much longer she’ll be, I keep pushing you. I whisper that you better not stop. She’s on her way home… but I want to see just how far you’ll go for My feet before she walks through that door.

No Friends No Life Just Me - Look at you. Pathetic. No frien..

No Friends No Life Just Me - Look at you. Pathetic. No friends, no life, nothing going for you… except me. I’m the only one who even bothers to acknowledge your existence—and don’t get it twisted, it’s not because I care. It’s because I own you. You’re mine to mock, to humiliate, to break down. You sit there every day, desperate for a crumb of my attention, and I give it to you… just enough to remind you how worthless you are without me.

You live for my insults. You need my cruelty. And deep down? You love knowing that I’m all you have. No one else wants you. No one else ever will. Just me—and I don’t even like you. But you? You worship me. How cute.

My Doormat - Aww… look at you. Lying there on the floor like..

My Doormat - Aww… look at you. Lying there on the floor like the pathetic little doormat you are. I walk in from a long day—my shoes filthy, my feet sweaty—and there you are, right where you belong. No words, no questions. Just lying there, face-up, ready to be used. That’s the only thing you’re good for, isn’t it? Letting me wipe the dirt off my soles and grind the day’s sweat into your face like the worthless little rug you are.

You make yourself useful in the only way you know how—by being beneath me. It’s adorable, really. You’re not even a person to me. Just something to walk all over. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Pregnant Popular And Hungry - Ugh, tutoring is so boring… bu..

Pregnant Popular And Hungry - Ugh, tutoring is so boring… but hey, I needed the help. Being the hot, pregnant popular girl means I’ve got better things to do than study—but lucky you, you get to help me, right? Although… lately, these cravings have been insane. And sitting next to you? Mmm, I couldn’t help but notice how tasty you look. You kept staring at my belly, didn’t you? Watching it stretch… grow… imagining what it’d be like to end up inside?

Well, guess what? That’s exactly what’s happening. I’m hungry, and you’re mine now. I tease you, taunt you, let you feel just how full I already am—and then I make you part of it. Don’t worry. You’re just helping me grow in a whole new way. Hope you like being part of my cravings.

High Heel Footjob & Self Worship - I start by slipping into ..

High Heel Footjob & Self Worship - I start by slipping into my favorite high heels, letting you admire the way they shape my legs and arch my feet just right. I know exactly what you came for. I prop my feet up and slowly press my soft, smooth soles against your shaft, teasing you with every stroke. My heels stay on the entire time—clicking, flexing, commanding your attention—while I pump you with my perfect arches, dragging it out just to make you squirm. I smirk, watching how desperate you get as my feet take control.

But I’m not done there. I take a moment just for me—lifting my feet to my mouth and giving them the worship they deserve. I run my tongue along my soles, suck on my toes, moan softly as I indulge in how good I taste. You don’t get to touch—just watch. And when I finally bring my feet back to you, I let you finish all over my heels, right where I want your mess.

Sexy Feet Treat - My bare feet are already out, waiting for ..

Sexy Feet Treat - My bare feet are already out, waiting for you. Smooth, soft soles, perfectly arched, toes wiggling just for your eyes. I know how much you love them—how just the sight of them gets you hard. I start teasing you right away, showing them off from every angle, flexing, pointing, dragging my fingers along the curves as I guide your strokes with a sweet, breathy voice.

I want you focused on nothing but my feet… the way they move, the way I play with them, the way I smile knowing you’re completely under my spell. I talk you through every second—slow and steady—building you up while I keep teasing, seducing, tempting you to the edge. And when you’re so close you can’t take it anymore, I tell you exactly how to finish…

A Bigger Belly - My belly used to be so round… but after dig..

A Bigger Belly - My belly used to be so round… but after digesting my last snack, it’s started to shrink—and I can’t have that. I need to feel full. I crave the weight, the pressure, the stretch. So I pick out one of the Tinies who’s been trembling at my feet. He’s the lucky one… or maybe not. I toy with him first, dragging my tongue over his tiny body, letting him feel every slick inch of my mouth as I moan about how good he tastes. I tease him, savor him, make sure he knows exactly what’s coming. And then—gulp—he’s mine. Whole. Swallowed. Gone.

Instantly, my belly balloons—twice the size it was before. I rub over the new curve, grinning with satisfaction at how massive I’ve become. But something’s different this time… this little guy is making my stomach noisy. I let out a deep burp, a fart, and giggle, playfully commenting on how my snack is making me feel a little gassy. But honestly? I kinda like it.

Time Out - You’ve been so annoying today… needy, whiny, desp..

Time Out - You’ve been so annoying today… needy, whiny, desperate for attention. So guess what, loser? Time. Out. I drag you by your pathetic little leash and plant you right in the corner—nose to the wall, just like a bad little loser. That’s your view now. Nothing. Just blank wall and shame.

Behind you, I’m getting dressed for a night out—heels clicking, zippers sliding, perfume in the air—and you don’t get to see any of it. You can hear it all, though, can’t you? The sound of me slipping into something tight and sexy, giggling to myself while I ignore you completely. I make little comments just to mock you more… about how hot I look, how much fun I’m about to have, how you’ll be stuck in the corner the entire time.

You’re not allowed to move. Not allowed to turn around. Just stand there like the good, humiliated little nothing you are. Maybe—maybe—if you’re lucky, I’ll come back and let you clean my heels later. But don’t count on it.

Red Hot Latina Feet - Mmm… look at you already staring. You ..

Red Hot Latina Feet - Mmm… look at you already staring. You can’t help yourself, can you? I know exactly what you want. I just got my toes done—bright, glossy red—so fresh, so perfect. You like that, huh? Watching me slowly wiggle them just for you, arching my soles, letting you admire every inch? I know how obsessed you are with my feet. And tonight, I’m going to let you enjoy them… just the way you like.

I tease you with every movement—my ankles crossed, my toes curling, the soft sound of my voice guiding you step by step. Stroking gets slower, deeper, more desperate as I talk you through it. I giggle when I see how hard you’re getting. I love knowing you’re completely under my spell, turned on by nothing but my voice and the sight of my sexy little feet.

Fleshlight Fuckery - So… this is what you’ve been reduced to..

Fleshlight Fuckery - So… this is what you’ve been reduced to? Stroking that pathetic little excuse for a cock with a fleshlight, like some desperate loser? Honestly, I expected better—but at the same time, it’s so fitting. You don’t deserve a real woman. You deserve this—cold, plastic, and completely inanimate. Just like your sex life.

But since you’re clearly too stupid to even use that right, I’ll walk you through it. Slowly. Mockingly. I demonstrate how to stroke like the desperate, weak beta you are. You’ll follow my instructions to the letter, because that’s all you know how to do—obey and humiliate yourself for me. Every motion is pathetic, every sound you make just proves how low you’ve sunk.

I watch, amused and disgusted, as you squirm and pant like a dog with a toy. And when you finally reach the edge? I decide whether or not you’re even allowed to finish. Because let’s be honest… even your orgasms belong to me.

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Findom Is Forever - You thought this was just a phase. Just ..

Findom Is Forever - You thought this was just a phase. Just a one-time tribute. Cute. But now you can’t stop, can you? Every time you send, it feels too good. That rush… that ache… that need. I’ve rewired your brain. Findom isn’t a game—it’s your new reality. You’re mine now, and you’ll always be mine. No escape. No end. Just you, addicted, spiraling deeper into this beautiful, expensive hell. Forever.

Obedience Training - You’re not here to be respected. You’re..

Obedience Training - You’re not here to be respected. You’re here to entertain me. And today? I’ve got a list of stupid little tasks just for you. Bark like a dog. Twerk like a fool. Humiliate yourself for my amusement. I don’t care how dumb you feel—I want you to feel dumb. That’s the point. You exist to make me laugh. So go on, loser… perform for your Goddess.

Cuckold Husband Taste Alphas Seed - My belly’s growing with ..

Cuckold Husband Taste Alphas Seed - My belly’s growing with his seed, not yours. You’re just the pathetic little husband I keep around to clean up after my fun. And today? You’re going to worship my perfect feet the way you always do—but this time, they’re soaked in his superior cum. That condom? Bursting with Alpha’s load. And you’re going to lick. up. every. drop. Off my soles. Off my toes. Like the good, obedient, disgusting little cuck you are. This is your life now. Get used to it.

Shrimp Dick Foot Boy - Aww, look at you… drooling over my pe..

Shrimp Dick Foot Boy - Aww, look at you… drooling over my perfect feet like the pathetic little shrimp dick loser you are. It’s honestly hilarious—this obsessed over toes when you’ve got that sad, useless little thing between your legs. You’ll never satisfy a real woman, and you know it. That’s why you’re here. To be mocked, humiliated, and dominated under my perfect soles. Keep stroking to your humiliation, loser. My feet own you now.

Thank Alpha - Look at this mess all over my perfect feet. Hi..

Thank Alpha - Look at this mess all over my perfect feet. His mess. Not yours. You’ll never be the one to give me that, but you will be the one to clean it up. That’s all you’re good for.

Go on, use that pathetic little tongue. Lick up every last drop. I want to hear you thank him between every lick—thank you, Alpha, thank you for letting me have this. Louder. I want you to really mean it.

Oh, and don’t think for a second I’m not recording this. I’m getting every humiliating moment, every desperate little whimper, every disgusting slurp. And when you’re done? I’m sending it straight to Alpha. He’s going to watch you grovel, see how pathetic you are, and we’re going to laugh at you together. That’s what you’re here for—to be used, humiliated, and mocked. And you love every second of it.

Middle Finger Mayhem - I hold up both middle fingers, smirki..

Middle Finger Mayhem - I hold up both middle fingers, smirking as I watch the desperation in your eyes. You’re so pathetic, so utterly hopeless, needing even the smallest scrap of attention from me—especially when it comes wrapped in humiliation. Flipping you off is all it takes to make you weak, to remind you of your place. You get off on this, on being degraded, on knowing you’ll never have anything more than my contempt. I laugh, shaking my head, enjoying how easily you crumbles. You don’t deserve my touch, my words, or even my time… but I’ll keep teasing you with what you’ll never have, just to watch you squirm.

Indulging Your Foot Fetish - Baby, I’ve missed you. We’ve ba..

Indulging Your Foot Fetish - Baby, I’ve missed you. We’ve barely had any time together lately, and it’s been driving me crazy. But you know what I’ve missed the most? The way you used to worship my feet. I know you’ve been craving them just as much as I’ve been craving you.

So why don’t we fix that? Let me remind you why you’ve always been so obsessed. Go on, touch them, kiss them—feel how soft they still are, how perfect. I can see it in your eyes, how bad you want this. And I love watching you lose yourself like this, completely weak for my feet.

Mmm, just like that… Let me take care of you, baby. Let me make you cum just from my perfect toes wrapped around you, from my soft soles stroking you just right. I want to see you fall apart for me, to feel you release all over both of us, coating my pretty pedicured toes—leaving them dripping in your pleasure. Just the way I know you’ve been dreaming about.

Gluttonous Goddess - I can never get enough. No matter how m..

Gluttonous Goddess - I can never get enough. No matter how many Tinies I devour, no matter how full I feel in the moment, the hunger always returns. I love the way they squirm, the way they beg—so small, so helpless as they slide past my lips and disappear into the depths of my belly. And oh, how my beautiful stomach grows with every single gulp. Bigger, rounder, heavier… a soft, glorious testament to my insatiable appetite. I rub my expanding belly, feeling them settle inside, knowing they exist for one purpose—to satisfy me. And yet, even as I finish one meal, I’m already craving the next.