For you urge-driven wanker its time again to master one of my nasty homewrecking tasks. Your horniness, your homewrecking addiction makes you to do it. I make you do it. The addiction spiral is calling for you and you will spend the whole day edging your loser cock, giving yourself over to your urge and risking your marriage.
3, 2, 1, MINE … And by that I mean your horniness. It belongs to me. A fact you can not deny or even want to. With your horniness, wich is mine, I can do and let whatever I want. I can nip it in the bud, or drive you in no time into the needy lust and the latter I will do. The Locktober will be a chaste and horny month for you. Every day you will seek my six-sex-minute teasing to melt in your ever-increasing horniness and to cling to the hope to be allowed to experience an orgasm again after this Locktober, or to be kept permanently chaste and horny by me. An uncertain fate. Locktober day 14 and todays sight of my divine nylon feet, as well as the chance to get hold of a worn pantyhose, stimulates your head cinema enormously.
The previous length of his chastity does not matter, because it will probably last for the rest of his life. It is not important what lies behind him, but what still lies ahead. A life of absolute and controlled chastity. The only highlights of this chastity are outcrops for cleaning, humiliation and occasional cage changes. The continuous shrinking of the slaves dick requires smaller and smaller prisons and they all have something in common. One/The ring to enslave him.
There are almost no situations anymore in which it is necessary to wear a nose-mouth-protection-mask. Nevertheless, you wear such a mask at every opportunity that presents itself to you, because it is a very special mask. A pussy-scent-mask!
Its been a long time since I put an Upacking / Unboxing clip online. Now it is again so far. Online I met with a money pig, who loves to pay, for satin and leather for online shopping. Thereby I fleeced the account of the pay pig properly. For over 1.000,00 Euro I have shopped and the disposition of the loser nicely exhausted. In this clip you can see me unpacking, demonstrating and talk more about the expensive online shopping tour.
Together we, Madame Svea, Miss Catdeluxe and Lady Stefanie, have left a lasting impression on Leipzig and its submissives, slaves and fetishists. All kinds of different locations like BDSM studio, lost place, garden, park, cam etc. were used for our pleasure as well as our amusement! A well-known Ballermann hit is the song “big boobs, potato salad”. The title does not make any sense, but describes your situation very well. So you are allowed exceptionally to enjoy the sight on our stunning, big and hot boobs, at least as long as you have opened widely your wallet for us. You will be so much busy with gawking, that you will not notice at all, how greedy we are. Because women have one of the biggest preferences, in contrast to the weaker sex. We are able to multitask. While we are mutualy patting our breasts, we hold you firmly with one hand under control and take away your money with the other hand. If you are lucky, there will be just enough left over, so you can afford yourself a potato salad.
Do you get horny when a lady logs into your computer via Teamviewer? Yes? Then let me peep. Give me access and Ill search your hardware…
Another pay cunt teasing is long overdue, because money has received on your account. 13th salary, Christmas bonus, extra payment and Co. That means for you, very high time to satisfy my money greed!
Malte, Malte, Malte … You wouldnt have it any other way! From your mental cinema blackmail now becomes reality. You should think better in the future, before you express such wishes. Your wife Christin and your boss Kathrin wont like that at all when they get wind of it. You have it in your own hands! For now…
Finally I allow you to admire me in satin again. My new and shiny satin pyjamas in mint-green flatter me especially. You see that exactly the same? Of course! Just this fact that my pure sight in satin gives you maximum horniness makes every word on my part superfluous.
