Miss Roper

4 days. That's how long this cotton thong has been wedged between my ass cheeks. I've been getting them nice and dirty to make a gross pervert like you beg for them with your nose and wallet. My cheeks and camel toe pussy shoved in your face, however still keeping inches apart. Close enough for you to get a small whiff and drool from the mouth in desire, panting and desperate for the oppertunity to smother the fabric into your nostrils. You are truly hopeless, a hopeless ass addict who would give anything and everything simply to be this 4 day old thong so you could be covered in my scent always. This thong reeks, reeks of temptation; and you're going to have to beg for a taste.

It's simple really. I'm going to get you, fucked out of your mind for me using your two biggest vices. The little brown vile and dark, hard liquid. I am a master manipulator, but with these tools at my disposal the results are earth shattering. For your heart beat, your state of mind, and wallet. I'm going to strip you piece by piece, all the way down the rabbit hole and toy with the leftovers that is the hopeless junkie that you are. That you'll remain to be. Miss Roper's gonna' get you so, so fucked.

This clip contains 5 of your favorite Holiday clips from last year, all in one for a discounted price. Perhaps you didn't snag them all, or any last year? Here's your chance to make up for it.


" Snowballing, A Winter Game "

Due to the festive nature I've found myself in, I have something rather special planned for you. Perhaps right now or in the following days upon purchasing this video you will find yourself covered in a blanket of snow where you live. I know when I see snow, it reminds me of a special game I enjoy playing with my submissives, & you're my next contestant. This is your Christmas gift to me, consent to play my favorite holiday game. Though this game involves multiple players, & I'm afraid I'm not participating. I'm simply a voyeur. The participants? Well you're going to fetch them for me yourself. I'm going to send you out to different venues, clubs, on the cold winter nights. Once you've filled your contact list with no, well hung, eager studs... that's when the fun begins. Snowballing. Whatever could that mean Miss Roper? Click play & see for yourself.


" Taking My Cock For Christmas "

What better gift to give this year from me to you, than a gift than one that keeps on giving? I take pleasure in unwrapping your present for you myself, the thick girthy cock I've been tucking between my legs springing forward as I part my legs. With a glistening red bow decorated on my shaft, veins bulging, my cock is so eager for you to crawl into "Santa's" lap and take a seat. Tell me all that it is you hope & wish for in honor of the holiday's and I will reply with all 11 of my inches driving into you. A Christmas tale that shall come true, using the depths of your mouth to coat my cock in your saliva, & you've got to be "Santa's" helper this year and not forget about my swelling jingle bells underneath my shaft. Bending you over onto all fours and claiming that tight little ass of yours as my own, what better way to spend our first Christmas together than plowing deep into you as if I'm digging for coal in the depths of your hole.


" Cucked For Christmas "

It's Christmas Eve, you & your wife are sitting by the tree, surrounded by gifts in which you're eager to open. What did she get you this year? You wonder. A soft smile graces your wife's lips, she seems peaceful, content; which brings a smile to your own lips as she was out for many hours before "shopping" and preparing for the holiday festivities. Though she soon begins to let you in on a little secret for her cheerful spirit. Santa came early for her this year. Some might not believe in his magic, but your wife does, & she took it upon herself to write a letter to him to express her wish this year for a toned, handsome, well hung man to sweep her off her feet despite her vows to you. A nervous laughter leaves your lips as your wife has always been a bit of a comedian, but when her words spiral into vivid detail of her encounter with her "Christmas Gift" you feel your stomach turn. What you believe to be a holiday prank turns into a lustful tale of your wife's hot & heavy encounter, & her plans to continue this escapade year round with her wedding ring still wrapped tightly around her finger. She does have use for you after all.


" Coal For Christmas "

This year, you've been placed on the naughty list. It seems someone's forgotten what Step-Mommy & Step-Daddy use to tell them growing up throughout the year, how easy it is to misbehave and end up with a stocking full of coal. Sometimes what we think of to be folk tales in our youth, should be seen as warnings, caution to take into adulthood. I do not tolerate misbehavior of any kind, though despite your bratty antics & behavior; you will be receiving a gift this year. I've filled my belly with milk & cookies, & being lactose intolerant a loud rumbling is brewing in my belly. Perfect. Spreading my cheeks and letting you take a peak & whiff of my fragrant brown Christmas star, I tell you of all the coal that's soon to be rushing down from my chimney & onto that poor, unlucky face of yours. However due to my holiday snacking, I can't promise it's going to be very firm. Slipping & sliding in your gift, you are to become covered head to toe in remorse for your actions.


" Fuck Your Holiday "

A Sadistic Holiday Role Play... You believed you were doing a deed worth praise, sending the Goddess you've grown to worship & admire a Holiday greeting card. Inside, a heart felt message, a confession of love & loyalty; However you forgot to include the most important thing when first approaching me. Tribute. Foolish man, who left his return address of the envelope, never would have guessed that Miss Roper would have snuck her way through his door, taking full advantage of the fact that your wife who's chosen to have you spending Christmas alone. Now it's my turn, to return the season's greeting. Truly, I'm doing you a favor; breaking ornaments that have been in your family for years, destroying your tacky decorative pillows, slicing through your lack of ego with my sadistic word play, & ripping apart the sorry excuses of gifts that have found their way under your tree. Fuck your holiday, Bitch; as you are undeserving of a day of happiness & reward if you can't first understand your place in the grand scheme of things. I above, & you down below.

You're never, going to be able to stop. You wish to bury your mind so deep in the depths of the rabbit hole, losing all trace of your former self. You don't wish to think, just feel. The rush coursing through your veins as you unscrew the cap of your little brown vile and deeply inhale. Hold it in, don't let it out until you feel as though your chest is going to burst. Can't you see? You, will be forever fucked. This is the state I wish for you to be in always, a brain fried dummy hooked on me and those toxic fumes. You are so fucking weak, let's make it worse; forever. Shall we?

You know what I'm really tired of hearing, seeing as I scroll along the internet? You spineless worms trying to tell women what makes them dominant. When you try & tell women, "Real dommes don't show their tits". "Real dommes don't show their pussies." Who are you, as not just a male; but a beta bitch to tell ANYONE what to do with their bodies, and to question what makes them superior? Questioning their control. Clothes on, clothes off; because it isn't what I wear and choose to show or what not to show that makes me dominant. You may see my tits, you may see my pussy, and I'll STILL always have bigger balls than you bitch.

You know what I'm really tired of hearing, seeing as I scroll along the internet? You spineless worms trying to tell women what makes them dominant. When you try & tell women, "Real dommes don't show their tits". "Real dommes don't show their pussies." Who are you, as not just a male; but a beta bitch to tell ANYONE what to do with their bodies, and to question what makes them superior? Questioning their control. Clothes on, clothes off; because it isn't what I wear and choose to show or what not to show that makes me dominant. You may see my tits, you may see my pussy, and I'll STILL always have bigger balls than you bitch.

Maybe this is the first time you've ever purchased one of my videos. Perhaps you've bought a few here and there. Dabbling, in my domination. Now, now I have my eye on you. I desire, to make you a clip binging drone. If this is your first clip, it will be the first of many. If you've only bought a few, now you're going to buy them ALL. You are going to binge on me. I'm going to fill your mind. The first thought that enters your mind when you wake up, and the last thing you think of before you fall resting. You will be Miss Roper's clip binging drone. Programmed to purchase.

You, are a hopeless junkie for You yearn to unscrew that cap, plug one of your nostrils, and deeply inhale from your little brown vile so desperately. Your desperation? Amuses me. Brings a smile to my face and laughter spilling from my lips. I'm going to make you beg, beg for hits of your vice. Beg for the rush in which you crave. I love teasing you, building up your urges and sending them boiling over. Every part of you aching for a hit. For that rush. Just think of how good it will be to indulge once you've earned it, once you've groveled for the privlege. That is... if I give it to you.

You are so captivated by my feet, desperate for the sight of my spread toes and scrunched wrinkles. These soles of mine make your dick twitch, palms eager to wrap your hand around the shaft and stroke to the sight of them. You DO NOT, have permission to do so. As you watch my perfect feet tease with their manipulative movements, you will place your hands underneath you and sit on them; never to be removed no matter how hard that cock grows in anticipation. Pre-cum will leak from you like a waterfall, your body trembling with desire and longing as my glistening blue toes begin to match the shade your balls are turning as they fill with pent up lust. I will drive you mad with these feet of mine, your clear longing only fueling me to taunt you more with these soles that send every foot slut such as yourself spiraling in admiration and worship. They will make you weak, and have you wrapped tighter around my finger as you beg for a mere finger to be allowed to touch your swollen shaft....

Never.

These blue toes will leave you with blue balls, once more.

I'll give you permission to stroke, and have that full fledged orgasm in which you crave... however as you should know by now, there's a catch. A price to be paid. With risk, comes this reward. I truly do want you to jerk for me today, pumping out your pent up lust I've bestowed upon you with my wicked tongue, entrancing eyes, captivating body and sensually sadistic mind.. but you are to do so ONLY while at work. Maybe you are so eager, and won't be able to wait until your lunch break. Perhaps I've simply brain washed you into a dummy that can only think with his dick, pushing you to drop-trou right in the middle of your cubicle. Whatever you do, wherever you work. Today, on the job you'll stroke it for Miss Roper.

I don't want a fucking loser who can barely scrape by, striving for a simple means to survive and nothing more. I will lend you my strength, strength who've never been able to muster on your own within that fragile beta body. I will turn you into a knight, a strong warrior in your day to day only as a means for you to give me all that you have. All that you will earn. You will become a building block in the foundation of my thriving empire in which you so desperately crave to be apart of.

My ass has been sweating in the summer heat all day long, the fragrant smell stored within my full back satin panties wedged up in between my cheek. The fabric clinging to my frame perfectly, showing off my round butt that you'd do anything to dive your nose into. Stinky pervert. The fact that you wish you could BE this very pair of satin panties on my ass is ridiculous. Your desperation to be as close as you can to it running rampant throughout, causing your meager cock to bulge within your pants and your eyes remaining locked onto my satin covered ass. Totally enslaved by the sight, the movements, my gaze staring at you from up above as you are down below. So close to it yet so far away. Lucky for you stinky pervert, I'm feeling generous. You want your very own pair of satin panties that have grazed my ass for hours on end to huff and rub your face all over like a drooling mutt? You'll first have to purchase this clip to learn how.

I know what runs through little sluts minds like yours, all to well. The depraved fantasies of being filled up to the brim, every hole being of use and service. However fantasy, is far from reality; and what you might stroke that meager cock to the idea of would often have you frozen in fear and hesitation in all actuality. Though it's far too late in this circumstance, there's no turning back as you are the guest of honor at my "Perverse Party". Myself and a number of other Mistresses, some of my closest and most sadistic friends look forward to your attendance; we're stroking OUR large and girthy cocks at the thought. Are you ready for an ear, or should I say.. an ASS; full of what my party plans consist of?

Tending to such beautiful, perfect, superior soles isn't cheap. Pedicures every week, to ensure these feet are always at their best. That they are supple, soft. When I get my pedicures I enjoy the full treatment, a long massage, hot stones, deep scrubs, essential oils. It's your responsibility, to pick up the tab foot slut. You worship, praise and admire these soles of mine so of course, you should pay to pamper them. It's a privilege, an honor. One you'll thank me for. Every week, you will purchase this video little footslut, from this day forward every pedicure is on your dime. You're welcome.

You've been withheld in your cage for days, weeks, perhaps even months? The tension in your full balls overwhelming, only building; feeling as though at any moment you could burst. You need to cool down, don't you? Your fiery lust flowing through every part of you, making your mind a visually depraved cinema. To complete this chastity challenge, you will first need to strip down, completely bare & exposed. Then? Run along to your kitchen, fetch a large bowl and fill it to the brim with ice. Finally, you are to place that bowl on the floor in front of you as you kneel, eagerly awaiting for the instructions that are to fall from my lips...

You all are always so eager to learn more about me, the person behind the screen. This is a treat, an unscripted, one on one, personal account of MY fetishes. I begin first with when my passion for strap on/anal play bloomed. How at a young age, I was drawn to homosexual television and porn; stimulated by the thought of a cock entering another man's ass. The confusion I was face with in never being drawn to hetrosexual porn, never desiring for me to be on the receiving end of my anal fascination. How I would fantasize about having my own cock, being able to fuck someone. What it would feel like. That enlightening moment when I first found female domination porn, a pegging scene, that having a cock and penetrating men WAS possible. That moment when I first shoved my fingers, then a dildo into a man's ass; my body trembling and shaking not out of fear... but pleasure and excitement.

I know you have your fantasies, things you've been day dreaming of. Things your family, your friends; would be shocked to learn about you. The dreams so vivid, for weeks, months, years even? Vivid dreams about you getting on your knees, opening your mouth wide, spreading yourself open. Dreams that involve you in such vulnerable positions, for another man. These dreams have consumed you, the temptation of exploring overwhelming. So tempted that you recently created a Grindr profile just for you to look. Not putting information in the bio, too chicken to use your real photos. Just browsing, looking at all the hung studs in your area. Wondering what it would be like to use your mouth, your hands on a firm shaft. I bet you've gotten off to that very fantasy, sitting there with your shame boner. I'm in the business of making fantasies a reality. You're not just going to day dream, prowl with an uunknown face any longer. I'm going to take the reigns, your fate between my fingers. You will send me all your accurate personal information. Name, date of birth, location, and a variety of photos both classy and trashy, for it will be I who controls your profile now. Aren't you curious, curious about what It would be like with Miss Roper playing match make for you?

You, you're all mine. You belong to me, entirely. I captivate you. Mentally. Physically. You look into my eyes and you sink deeper... deeper into my web. A little fly, caught. Entangled. I am a queen spider, wrapping you tighter in. Completely devouring you. Consuming you. All of you. You can't stop thinking about me. Dreaming about me. My power. My beauty. It's everything you've ever wanted, everything you've ever dreamed of. Right in front of you, staring you in the face. You, You're mine. I'm never going to let you go. This is eternal. I want everything, all of you. Mind. Body. Spirit. Love. Loyalty. Devotion. And I will get it. I always, get what I want. And I want you. You're going to be my servant, aiding with making all of MY wildest dreams come true as I venture in making my fantasies, reality. You will be a tool, in building my empire. Your submission is just the beginning of this new found life I'm going to introduce you to. You will become the best version of yourself through my guidance. My training. My manipulation. This spell you've fallen under.

( This is a custom video fantasy brought to life, specific name used a few times within clip. To order your own email: raquel roper xxx @ gmail *remove spaces *.)

This is strictly ROLE PLAY dialogue, in which he had to pay a pretty penny for to hear spill from my lips .

The depraved slut's requested bullet points:

"I got in their house easily enough, Soon as your step-dad saw me, he practically begged me to come in! I didnt even have to come up with an excuse to get myself invited!..

- Easily seducing my step-dad infront of my step-mother, giving him the name Ossy if you can say that, but its not needed.

- Verbally dominating/humiliating my step-mother while having sex with my step-dad. Then having sex with my step-mom and she loving it.

- Giving him a handjob/blowjob while my step-mother to look.

- How easy you get him aroused and how fast you make him cum. - The line”does he come for you this fast to bitch? Or am i special? Haha” - Talking about this “tiny stuff cock”

The first thing you're going to do tomorrow with that morning wood you've been edging, stroking for me; is watch this. Before you go to work, school, hanging out with your "friends". Before you've had your first meal of the day. That stomach of yours should be completely empty. Prepare a b0wl, spoon, placing them right in front of you as kneel and spread your leg; following along. Haven't you heard breakfast, is the most important meal of the day?