Mandy Marx

You're free to do whatever you want. Go. Fuck. Explore. But I get the mess. I get to edge. Make you wait. And they don't even notice when you slip away.

Sucking, fucking, humping, femdom pantyhose dolls are about to ruin this boy. So much silky tease and denial but never the actual thing. He's fucked.

Blast to the past, your childhood crush, maybe your neighbor, maybe a bff, maybe a TV show star. She needs your help now, and it involves you, naked, stroking, submitting, completely letting yourself go and trust falling into a beautiful woman's hands. Are you ready?

Stroking his cock with a vibe tied tight, until he screamed and cums uncontrollable spurts. A question if this is my meanest handjob yet...

You were one of those, weren't you? Always looking for that warm smile from Mrs. Smith, that A+ grade, anything to get a little praise. And now here you are, a grown man, groveling at my feet trying to earn your dominatrices praise. Interesting how we come full circle. So what will you do to earn my A darling?

They say the best way to a boy's heart is through his prostate. Right?

The most stretched, gaped and thoroughly fucked I've ever made a hole, I think. Surely he's fallen for me.

What looks sweet can often be the most addictive poison that captivates your mind. Get lost in my lips, follow my soft motions and sink deeper into your prey drive. You're mine, my stroking mesmerized slave, stuck, trapped.

A continuation of the addictive Poison Ivy goon saga.

I love the way he worms and dances on his toes when I press this little button. Suddenly tonight's getting interesting.

My specialty is tiny cocks like yours and your prescription is the meanest mean girl energy your humiliation-loving heart could desire.

Beta loser boys aren't allowed to see me naked, so I'll give you everything but that. The tease, the slow strip, the naked skin grasps and the annoying little censor bar reminding you what you are.

Pentagon by day, mistresses by night. Lucid, my colleague, found out about my secret nightly hobby and asked to join me. With the two of us powerful women looming over him, slipping from their daily office attire into the sultry lingerie hiding underneath, he's fucked. Who knew her fingers would ruin my slave so quickly.

The training of Sylvie Labrae and the denial of you.

Lose yourself. Disappear. Melt. You wanted a JOI that would make you feel an out of body experience, here it is.

Leashed, cuffed, his cock bound slick and useless. I'm smothering him with my ass, denying him air, and leaving that desperate dick screaming for release. You HAVE to see his absolute ruined sense of self once I'm done teasing him CRAZY.

Would you fuck me like this? My legs wide open on screen, knowing you're watching during your Zoom meeting...I know how much you love it. God, you're so fucked...

Your tongue is my spa day tonight so be sure to get every toe clean and worship while I ignore you for the girls.

First visit. First request. "And then I get to cum"... or something of the like. So, you think your definitive orgasm is up to you? Cute. I'll play with that. Your desperation, expectation, desire, blue balls, whatever the excuse... Beg. Be a good submissive and beg, be those things, yearn. That's the best part.

Oh pantyhose boy. Are you sure you're equally as obsessed with the feeling of sheer friction on the skin as me? When you pull and stretch nylons on, the sensation, the soft pull, the eye candy. Let's compare our obsession with a simple test, you and I.

Enclosed in the body sack, he can't even twitch, his hips locked, his body trapped as I trace the swollen veins of his tied cock. Every teasing touch is a torment he's made to endure...

Supergirl and the Super Pain Slut. Fitgirl muscles vs a greedy masochist, a match made in heaven? I think so.