Miss Roper

I showed her once with orgasms, making her cum over and over again against the magic wand. Now? Now she'll be cumming over and over again against my cock. As I slide deeper and deeper inside of her tight little pussy that I'm going to bang out in the best way...

Maria has craved to surrender control, but her boyfriend simply doesn't have the pair of balls that it takes to step up to the plate and put her in her place. To make her quiver and cum, screaming for more as the orgasms roll in one after the other. By the time I'm through with her? The entire neighborhood will know my name, clamping my hand against her face firmly when I want her to shut up and just feel. Feel every sensation that I'm extracting from her body. For my pleasure, and for hers. God, I have so much fucking fun with Maria and I'm just getting started. She's going to be so cum crazed, the next time someone asks her about her "boyfriend", her reply will be.... "who"?

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.

An ashtray with a pulse, is all that this strung up vermin amounts to as it hangs naked and vulnerable from my Saint Andrew's cross. I've wedged a clear dental gag in it's mouth, spreading the hole wide and gaping as I begin to take deep drags from my cigarette. I love blowing thick cloud's into the hole, into it's eyes before dropping my ashes onto it's tongue and down it's throat. A smile graces my face and laughter spills from my lips as I point the ember of my cigarette towards it's nipples, tracing a path down to it's cock. I am so close to burning it's flesh, I can nearly smell the hair as I inch closer and closer... making the vermin squirm and pleed for mercy. I blow smoke at it's cock, dropping ashes onto it before returning back up to the vermin's gaping mouth hole which I look forward to filling. One deep drag at a time. This vermin is no man, merely a hole meant for ashes.

Conflicted with enjoying the This is something some may struggle with, like Slave Fluffy here strung up on the Saint Andrew's cross. He doesn't wish to admit it, but he loves being degraded, especially under the heavy hand of a woman like Miss Roper. She's decided today that she'll use him as her own personal spittoon, and when she's working up more spit in between her lips she uses her hands to strike Fluffy across the face. Just to see his cheek turn red. Just because she enjoys causing the pain, just as much as Slave Fluffy enjoys receiving it. It's why he never utters his safe word, why he takes each strike, his mouth opening wide to welcome whatever fluids Miss Roper chooses to pour down his throat. Confliction turns to understand right before your eyes, understanding that Slave Fluffy's reason to exist while within this scene is to be of service to Miss Roper. It whatever way she sees fit.

There's nothing more rewarding than dragging my nails into flesh, watching it turn crimson underneath my touch. I enjoy the act so much that I've invested in implements to make my digging all the more painful, a steal claw decorated around one of my fingers. I drag it deep and slow along Slave Fluffy, listening to his groans as I watch my claw leave a marked trail behind tracing it's path. I love slashing this implement across him, dragging it along and watch the sadistic art I draw into his skin. Once I've had my fill of my claw, I pull onto my hands my leather vampire gloves that contained sewed within them little metal pointed spikes. I love cupping his bare ass cheeks with these gloves, giving him a squeeze that causes him to cry out. I'm not so slow with these gloves, rapidly slashing back and forth against him which causes more noises to spill from his lips as the points sink deeper into him. I truly love having my own personal human scratching post to dull my implements against. Perhaps I'll use his very teeth to resharpen them before digging into him again.

Caning is usually something in my tastes that I only use as a form of punishment, but this exchange with Slave Fluffy is merely for my pleasure. He's done nothing to deserve my strikes, I merely just wish to deliver them to his little ass and watch his skin flush scarlet from the infliction. Will I break skin on those round cheeks that rapidly grow red before my eyes. His thighs I also show no mercy, as a few of my swats leave purple strands, causing Slave Fluffy to cry out in the wooden stocks that hold him in place for me. Poor thing hasn't learned yet that is moans of displeasure only make me grow wetter between the legs, which only leads me to striking against his flesh harder. He'll soon be thrashing in the stocks begging for me to release my hold on him, but we both know that won't occur until long after I have had my fun with him.

Little did this patient know that a "routine prostate exam", would turn into him being held captive in a restrictive straitjacket; his legs spread wide in stirrups leaving him in a vulnerable, compromising position. He should really learn to do his research on "medical establishments", as "Doctor" Roper is far from being a professional in medicine. However, she does have a deep interest in prostate stimulation. Sliding latex gloves onto her hands and coating her fingers in lube, Miss Roper begins sliding her fingers deep into her patients ass seeing how many she can fit in his tight little hole; causing him to squirm and fight the confines of his bondage. She starts off slow, one finger, to two; though quickly begins plowing his ass once she feels as though he's warmed up. Three fingers turns to four, and the grimacing expression on her patients face grows as she pushes deeper and deeper into his ass, pumping her fingers inside of him with a wicked smile on her face. Miss Roper truly loves her work, her patients groans filling her ears inspiring her to slide nearly her whole fist inside of him; feeling his tight ass suck up her hand with ease.

Strapped head to toe in bondage belts, with a funnel gag wrapped around his head & held firmly in between his lips; this helpless male is exactly where I wish for him to be. Vulnerable, his cock swelling in desperate as his body squirms, testing the binding of the straps. Silly man, cinched so tight, he's not going anywhere; though it's unlikely he'd desire to in the first place as my thumb begins to twirl around the tip of his cock. His veins bulge in his shaft the moment my free hand goes to slap against his bull balls. It's been quite some time since he's had the privilege of an orgasm. The load that's going to leak from his manhood is sure to be large and sticky, the pent up tension being almost to much to bare as my hand wraps around his shaft and pumps up and down. I wish to drain him, drain him of every drop only so that I can fill a glass with his lust and make him swallow down every drop. He's to in his desire if he wishes to meet the sweat release he has craved, and I will love every minute of it. Completely dehumanized in bondage, and to swallow down a his own large load of salty cum. He should be thankful however, thankful that I'm draining his dick and making him swallow his own load instead of the load of another. Perhaps next time, he won't be as lucky.

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I am a queen, and you? A peasant until you are granted the honorary title of Knight, but this is something you must earn. Through love, loyalty, & devotion to your Queen. I will let you in on what you must do, what you are required in your servitude. You will bend the knee little Peasant. You will worship, you will praise; for I am Royalty.

There's a plastic ash tray right beside me as I light up a cigarette, but I have no need for it; because my ashtray is on it's knees, breathing. Presented to me with a Yoke bar strapped around it's neck and arms, a stretching gag spreading it's mouth wide and plugging into it's nose holding it's strict position;my ashtray awaits it's use. I deeply inhale puffs of my cigarette, threatening to burn my ashtray's manhood & body parts, as a material item has no use for trivial things such as a cock. Blowing puffs of smoke directly into the eyes of the ashtray, once I've built up my ash I drop it into it's mouth, forming quite a pile. Once I've finished one cigarette, I drop the bud into it's mouth to join the pile of ashes and strike up another, sending more smoke cloud's into my ashtray's dry eyes. What once was a man, is now dehumanized into something more useful, a human ashtray to serve.

I find so much pleasure in smacking, kicking, cropping, and crushing a slave's balls. This time in particular, I've decided to wear my devious, high, 9 inch Pleaser spiked heels to assist in destroying Slave Fluffy's Manhood. When I press my full weigh down into his nut sack, you can literally hear a pop & crunch along with his moans of displeasure. It's simply music to my ears. Combined with steel bondage, and a pinching nose hook to make the slave even more vulnerable, pathetic? Utter bliss. If he dares to close his legs, I'll simply pry them open with harsh swats of my leather implement; and he will only suffer more as I drive my high platformed heel over and over again into his balls. Kicks, spanking, diving my high heels into the sack leaving my marks; Slave Fluffy's manhood will be no more after I'm done with him. You can see clear as day in this clip, just how much I enjoy acts of sadism.