We’re sprawled on the couch with me in red lingerie, her in sleek black, when we notice you squirming. No bulge? Pathetic. We order you to strip, and there it is: a shriveled micropenis dangling between normal-sized balls. “How does this even work?” Morgana giggles, poking at your nub while I mock the absurdity of your “load potential.” But we’re curious… Can that pathetic worm actually cum? We shove a shot glass into your hands. “Rub it! Harder.” As you whimper, we count down “3… 2… 1…!” and watch in disbelief as you somehow fill the glass. “Now guzzle it,” I growl, tipping it down your throat. Good boy. At least your shame tastes… interesting.

Watch out, little one… I'm lounging at my dining table in a form-fitting purple mermaid dress that hugs every curve of my BBW body, chowing down on handfuls of chocolate-covered popcorn while binge-watching TV. I'm totally zoned out, stuffing my mouth without a care, until I feel a tiny wiggle in my palm, it's you, a pathetic little intruder trying to steal my treats like some freeloading pest. At first, I'm disgusted, flicking you away and yelling about your nerve to bite me and my food. But then, my mind wanders to all the naughty uses I could have for a tiny toy like you. Maybe scrubbing the sticky popcorn bits from between my teeth with your squirming body. The thrill of it all has me wet with power, but let's be real, I'm not exactly the careful type. One wrong move, and you might just slip down my throat, becoming part of my feast. Care to risk it?

Step into our spellbinding world… I'm sprawled on the bed in my seductive blue bra and panty set, with Sorceress Morgana beside me in her hot pink lingerie, both of us ready to cast our foot magic. We've always loved tormenting men with our perfect soles, and our neighbor? Oh, he's proven to be the ultimate foot slut after complimenting my flip flop tan. It was too easy to lure him naked onto the bed, completely at our mercy. Just the sight of us waving our feet around has his cock throbbing rock hard, begging for attention. We take our time, tracing his skin with our toes and arches, building him up slow and torturous. He's shaking, on the edge, ready to blow his load way too soon, but we make him wait. Finally, we team up for a joint footjob, our soles sliding up and down his desperate dick until he explodes all over our feet in a sticky, hot mess. But good boys clean up their filth, don't they? He laps it all up like the obedient toy he is. Think you can handle our foot domination?

Step into my studio where I'm lounging on the couch in a sizzling red dress that clings to every curve of my body, ready to scout new talent. Today, I'm interviewing BJ, my potential male co-star, and he's got that shy vibe as he answers my icebreaker questions. But I'm not here for chit-chat, I cut right to the chase, asking if I can dive into his pants to check out what he's packing. His cock is already thick and long before it's even fully hard, and damn, it makes my mouth water. I have him strip off his pants for a full reveal, and it's massive, pulsing, and ready for action on camera. This is just a teaser of what he could bring to my scenes, but will he last and perform? I give him a HJ to find out. Tell me, do you think I should invite him back for a full hardcore session where I ride that beast until we're both dripping?

Get ready for a rough ride! I'm ready to get fucked, standing in my tight black pencil skirt, and Tyson’s not holding back as he dives into some hardcore fucking that’s all about pushing limits. He starts pounding me with that thick cock, but then escalates to fishhooking my mouth, hooking his fingers deep inside to make me gasp and moan while he rams me senseless. This isn’t your average fuck session. He yanks my hair back, fishhook-fucking my mouth like he owns it, while stuffing my soaked panties down my throat to muffle my moans. He hammers me in doggy, missionary, and bent over the edge of the bed, each position rougher than the last. Just when I think he’s done, Tyson pulls out and blasts his cum across my face in thick ropes, leaving me dripping and breathless.

I'm lounging in the studio on a couch in my shirt and skirt, with Sorceress Morgana beside me in her tube top and cut-off jean shorts, while our guy friend sits on the floor. We're venting about powering through a nasty bug I just recovered from. Women don't get sick days, we just grind through it. But when men catch a sniffle, the world stops. He pipes up, claiming women complain just as much, and that smug interruption? Oh, it sets us off. Morgana slaps her hand over his mouth first, her fingers pressing tight to muffle his whiny excuses, as we warn him to stay quiet or face more. But he can't help himself, so we both dive in, our hands clamping down hard, one on his lips, the other ready to join, turning his protests into desperate, muffled gasps. We take turns dominating him, feeling his breath hot against our palms as we teach this fool what real silence looks like. By the end, he's begging for mercy, but we're just getting started! Ready to see who breaks first?