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Submitted by Viswabhai06 Location: Chennai (Tamil Nadu, India)

Anyone interested in this fantasy where a pure submissive bottom taking control and dominating ?


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No Picture Panda_boi	Posted On Apr 10, 2025 I have always been a dom bot ... Like to sit on my tops face and ride with my * and make him rim me with ice cream and chocolate..... Like to go multiple rounds untill there is no * left ... I have never said enough it's mostly the tops tat gets tried...any sub top interested ping me

No Picture Premg	Posted On Apr 13, 2025 Nice

No Picture Simon25 *	Posted On Apr 15, 2025 Panda_boi is not kidding guys!! He really does dom bottom 🥵🥴 Made me go crazy and ran me dry! 🥵🥵

No Picture Prakash69	Posted On Apr 19, 2025 I love bottom dominating on me. I like to *** multiple times.

No Picture Vickymanga	Posted On Apr 20, 2025 Real life experience: Last year when i was near tnagar bus stop an aged man around 55 years sat near me while taking bus. He was constantly pressing my * towards the journey. We stopped at Velachery, he gave me a blowjob and rim job at phoenix mall.... Have a strong fetish for men above 50 years and are willing to * 7 inch dickkk in chennai. Can host as well - pls dm me

No Picture vinisissy *	Posted On Apr 21, 2025 It happened a few years ago… but my body still aches remembering it. I had been talking to this gorgeous man from Vellore. He worked at CMC, some kind of medical professional—tall, dusky, manly, and so gentle with his words. But what made me melt every single night was his *. Thick, black, heavy… dripping with power. His videos drove me insane. I would watch him stroke that beast slowly, the head swelling, the veins popping, and then—bam—a thick, milky explosion that made my whole body tremble. He’d tell me how * he was… how he came two, three times a day. And the way his * flooded in those videos? I’d literally moan softly while watching, imagining it painting my tongue, my face, my hungry little throat. I wanted to taste every drop. I wanted to belong to that . We talked for a month, shared fantasies, dirty dreams, and how I’d be his little sponge. Then finally—he had work in Chennai. And he wanted to meet me. It was a cool January morning when he picked me up. I wore a hoodie, no bra, no panties… just the way he wanted. I wanted to feel the cold wind and his warmth at the same time. I slipped into his car, heart racing. He wore simple tracks and a tee—so casual, yet so powerfully him. I could already see the outline of his * underneath, resting like a beast waiting to be awakened. He bought me coffee, played soft music, and made me feel so safe… so cared for. His energy was calm and commanding. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hand gently rested on his thigh, then slid over his bulge. I looked at him with a smirk and whispered, “I need to taste my Daddy’s * now…” I pulled down his tracks and there it was. My black beauty. Warm, thick, sleeping slowly in my hand. I kissed the tip softly like it was a treasure, then slowly traced my tongue down the shaft, feeling it come alive in my . With every lick, it grew heavier, harder, hungrier. His veins pressed against my lips, and that sweet taste of precum made me moan. I him gently at first—tender, loving, worshipping each inch like it was holy. My lips glided up and down, my throat welcoming him in like home. He drove while I gave him the deepest, wettest blowjob of my life. I made love to his * with my *. And when he came… oh god. It was like a waterfall. Hot, thick, creamy * filled my * and coated my tongue. I let it spill onto my lips, licked it off like dessert, and swallowed every single drop. I didn’t wipe it away. I wore it. My face smelled like him. I wanted it to sink into my skin. He played a * instead of music… the car filled with moans while I lay with my head in his lap, nuzzling his * like a pillow. Within 20 minutes, it twitched again—getting hard for me, again. He said he needed to pee, so we stopped near a bush. I held his * gently while he peed, like a good little wifey, then washed it with bottled water like a ritual. And then… I dropped to my knees and * him again. Right there, in the open. I was addicted. His * was my oxygen. I took it deeper, harder, like I was trying to crawl inside it. He moaned softly, fingers in my hair. And when he came again—another thick, hot load—it was like heaven pouring into me. I didn’t stop until he was dry. At his place, I changed into my favorite crop top and mini skirt. Wore a soft bra and matching panties. I looked like his naughty little wife. I laid with him, kissing his *, holding it in my * as we fell asleep. It would get hard, then soft, then hard again. And I stayed wrapped around it like a blanket. Even in sleep, my lips couldn’t leave it. We didn’t * that day. But it felt more intimate than any . I made love to his with my lips, my hands, my eyes. I wanted him to feel owned, worshipped, drained completely. Later, I got ice cream and dessert cake—and used his * as a spoon to eat it. I kissed it after every bite. I imagined it soaked in *, and moaned softly thinking of more loads I could’ve added. If I had more men, I’d have made a whole creamy gangbang dessert. We went for a bike ride—I wore his wife’s leggings over my locked sissy cage. It was so tight, showing off my slutty curves, and I loved that he wanted me to wear her clothes. We parked near a village road during sunset, and I knelt again. Sunset blowjob. Soft wind, birds singing, and my lips sliding over his shaft slowly, like I was tasting the sky through his . Later, we stopped for sweet buns and coffee. He came on one of the buns—and I ate it like a hungry little . His * mixed with the sweetness… the best jam I’ve ever tasted. On the ride back to Chennai, I sat behind him, arms around his waist, my hand softly stroking his soft * through his pants during dark roads. At dinner, he went to the restroom and jerked a small load into a cup. He poured it on my fries like it was the sauce I’d been missing all along. I ate them slowly. Licked my fingers. Tasted his soul. That night, I didn’t just * *. I fell in love with it. I worshipped it. I drained it dry. I made it mine. He wasn’t just a top. He was my man. And his ? That was my temple. I’d kiss it, cuddle it, drink from it, sleep with it in my if I could every day. That was the day this little sissy proved—a true * doesn’t just take ***… she adores it.

No Picture Hahiha	Posted On Apr 21, 2025 Good story

No Picture bicuriousjarvis	Posted On Apr 27, 2025 @vinisissy damn cute , lovely and beautiful story

No Picture Karthik_Bottom *	Posted On Apr 28, 2025 Day 12 locked in chastity, my * aching so much I can barely stand it. Every day, my Dom has been feeding me loads, and I’m so desperate now, I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. My * is aching for it, craving that thick, salty load to fill me. I can almost taste it, imagining my Dom’s sperm floating in the bottle, ready to slide down my throat. I need it, I need that warm, thick * filling me up, making me feel feminine and used. My body is desperate for release, my * ready to take it all. I crave the taste, the warmth, the feeling of being totally owned and filled. Any Dom who wants to feed me, I’m here, starving for your ***.

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