Marisol Price

I’m so glad to have finally met you, we’ve been neighbors for a while now and I didn’t see you as a face sitting type. Guess we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover?

“Will you marry me?” Real questions. Real answers. Cute. Do you think you have what it takes? You already know the answer when you kneel for your mistress. Maybe it's chastity, maybe it's a collar, maybe it's just a spoken forever... What would life be like happily ever after with Marisol Price?

You teach and I copy, right? Topping from the bottom and all that... SO much fun. Why do you seem so surprised when I instinctively know how to fuck you over? Quit doubting and let me show you how it’s done.

Two mistresses, one confession. We caught his addiction and now we're gonna make sure he owns up to it. We prefer your honesty, so go on... tell us everything.

My voice slides through a glass and finds the place you try to hide. Stroke by stroke, sigh by sigh, I wrap you tighter until the only thing you feel is my control. Will you let me take you over or will you try to fight what I already own?

Oh if you can’t beat them... Join them! Or better yet, change the rules. Today is a bondage wrestle match, so good luck moving, lol. Restraints then wrestle them into mental submission... right? He seems happy enough either way.

Do you want it? To be wrapped in my bondage, helpless, crying for mercy and on the verge of orgasm between my fingers... How badly do you want it?. Just relax...Find that rhythm. Don’t protest, and just listen to what I’m gonna say, and let me work my magic. Now stroke for me.

By day, his personal assistant. By day, his mistress. I know how to gain my bosses favor, with my tongue licking him up and down and throating him until he forgets my name. You'll want to give me that raise now, huh, once I let you spill inside of me?

Oh, you already can’t take your eyes off of them? Figures. You want to stroke? Not yet. Just watch. Watch as I press them together... slow, and deliberate. That’s right, desperate little toy, all you can do is obey.

You always come back to me, don’t you? Even when you're at your weakest. Especially then. I can practically smell your desperation, your need, your surrender. I know you better than you know yourself. You're staying because you can’t help it. And that’s exactly how I like you, predictable and mine.

Well, here we are. That moment you’ve been aching - I mean waiting for. I know how long you've whimpered... whined... and begged. But now? Now I make you cum. Because you earned it. Because I own it. And because I love watching your body fall apart under my control. Let go, baby. Let me take care of it. Good boy.

My perfect little fashion helper, I just got the perfect task for you! Help me pick out our new favorite booty shorts while you kiss me, beg for me and thank me for letting you be my pet. ‘Cause you know what they say in fashion, beauty is pain. Oh well, fashion advice has never been this humiliating... or this hot.

I know exactly what you need, the cure’s just right here you see. See how it moves? Yes. My cock. Each thrust, each grind, it’s like it’s calling you home. You don’t have to feel lonely anymore... not when I'm buried deep... inside you, where it belongs.

You’re under arrest... for being way too cute and assuming you deserve to cum. Tsk. You want release? Then you better earn my trust and trust starts with surrender. It’s for your own good. You feel safe now, don’t you? You should. You belong to me.

Relationships are about give and take, right? I give the orders, you take them. Sure, I can be your girlfriend... if you can be my slave.

You’re in my tunnel now... dark, wet, and no end in sight. The is a deep mindfuck gooner clip. I'm going to bring you deeper than ever before, into this darkness, into your fear, into the excitement. Keep going. I won’t let you out until you beg the way I like it.

Mind if I sit here? I mean... right on top of you. Just needed a place to chill, do you think you can handle this pressure? My hips, slow and deliberate, rubbing every weakness out of you. You’re going to remember this, go on, thrust me.

Don’t worry, you’re safe here. Just you, me and the way my voice melts through you. Go ahead, start. Slow. Feel it. Not too fast... just enough to let your mind spiral. Breathe with me. Let the need build until it’s all you can think about. No resisting now... you’re mine for the night.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Good boy. Keep your eyes on me... right here, between them. Watch the slow, swirl... back and forth... deeper into my voice. Feel it wrap around your thoughts, slipping past your defenses. Good... focus. Surrender. You belong to me now.

I like that you’re so easy to talk to, easy to tie down... but there’s something else about you. Something familiar. It’s rare I meet someone who makes me want to talk after I tie them up. But with you? I like the way you flinch, the way you trust. Tight restraints, soft words, and a dangerous connection. First taste... and already addicted.