I Like Them Innocent 2

These "lunches" we've been having are sexy and exciting, just our little secret rendezvous with the woman who takes your calls, lies for you to your wife on the phone, and files your business. I know that's why you hired me, so I played up my sex appeal even more to get the job. And you gave right in. So, I've been thinking...I want more. I figured now, while my hands are around your cock and you're rock hard, is the best time to bring this up. I want a golden severance package. I want a million dollar settlement and to never come back to work again. I want it in writing. Today. How am I going to accomplish this? Why should you give in to my demands? The same way every other powerful, wealthy employer gave in before you: Blackmail. Before you try to get away, remember how close you are to cumming right now. I know you're not going anywhere. These panties are about to be splattered with your cum. I'm going to jerk you until you can't hold back, no matter how bad you want to get out of this ****, because a horny man like you can't say no to his sexual urges or a beautiful vixen with her hand around his cock and her tits in his face. Then I'm going to wipe it all over my panties. How else will they think your cum got into my lace panties? You'll lose everything. Your family, your money, your dignity, your hire-ability, your reputation. I could ruin it all and watch it come crashing down on you, with one little meeting with human resources and the local news. I want that contract signed. Today. Or I will ruin you, pervert.

You've decided to get in shape. You really want to get your engine running, lubricate the parts, increase your stamina, boost your testosterone, and, let's face it: you want to look good naked. So, you've hired a trainer. He's fit, handsome, and sometimes you even find yourself getting lost in the glistening sweat on his incredible body. You certainly want to be him - but sometimes you wonder... do I want to be taken by him? The only time you can both meet is after closing at the gym, when the door locks. It's just you and him, moving your body until it hurts, all so you can build yourself up to the man you want to be. More like... him. He watches your every move, monitoring your form and gently touching your body to guide you into the rhythm of the exercise. It's just you and him. Alone. Sweating. Grunting. Pulling. Pushing. Breathing heavily. It's almost as if he can sense the sexual tension between you. His touches become more intimate, more sensual. Is it all in your head? When he slides his hand between your ass, fondling you, he lets you know that he's thinking of it, too. He is an expert in body control. His self discipline has taught him how to discipline other men. As you do the exercises, you feel his hands touch you in places that have nothing to do with the muscles you're working. And you let him. What follows is the most intense experience of your life. He explores your body, and you can feel that he has total control over you. You surrender your ass to him. You let him use your mouth and throat. It feels more right than wrong, and the combination of the two fills your body with ecstasy. You've never been with a man, let alone a man with such expert hands. A man who makes you feel like no woman has ever made you feel. As you feel him thrust inside your holes, you moan and sweat drips down on your bare, trembling skin, from his dripping sweaty body. Alone, in that empty gym, you have your first homoerotic experience. And it changes your life forever. He guides you to the showers... you're covered in bodily fluids and flush with afterglow. See Also: Gay Training

In this raw and uncensored video, I embody the role of a high-powered, wealthy businesswoman who knows exactly what she wants, and how to get it. For this weekend's pleasure, , I've summoned a young, innocent virgin, his naivety as alluring as his untouched manhood. As he stands before me, trembling and tearful, his reluctance only fuels my desire. Each whimper that escaped his lips is met with the sharp sting of my palm, silencing his fears as my hands roam his inexperienced body. There's no escape, no turning back; his virginity is mine to claim, and I relish in his resistance. I make his service me with his tongue, demanding he worship my pussy and asshole, preparing his oversized cock for the tight embrace of my sec. Despite his protests, I take control, impaling myself on his rigid shaft, using him for my own carnal satisfaction. His body betrays him, erupting deep within me, marking the end of his innocence and the fulfillment of my ruthless desires.

(This was a FREE VIDEO reward for participating in one of My clip promotions) REQUEST: "So this would be a follow-up to the Sock Pusher clip you did for me a while ago. The gist of it was that you played an industrious young woman who had taken to selling her worn socks to the local foot fiends, and the clip was you sitting down with a new client (the viewer) and selling your smelly, sweaty socks to them. The sequel would mostly be more of the same but with the narrative being pushed forward a little. Since you last sold your socks to the client/viewer in the first clip, their addiction to the scent of your feet has been growing, and you've continued to reap the financial benefits of keeping that addiction alive. The clip starts much like the last one with you sat down, ready to sell your finest (and most expensive) stuff to the client. You greet the viewer remarking that they look like they've been up all night on another sock binge. But luckily for them, you have a fresh supply of socks and that's not all. You've diversified your stock and you now have some dirty, smelly sneakers on your menu too. You give a bit of a sales pitch for the socks and shoes, showing off the dirty socks and the insides of the shoes, offering a free sniff or two, reminding the viewer to not become distracted by your bare feet, encouraging a big sale, and naming your price for the lot once you know the client is married to the idea of walking away with your entire inventory. But the viewer/client, already spending more money than they can afford on your socks, can't afford it all, much as they very much want it all. You have a feeling you can still make the sale regardless though. A little seduction, a little manipulation, some humiliating home truths, and it won't be long before the client is selling their belongings and missing rent payments just to get their sock fix. You have them exactly where you want them now." SOCK PUSHER (original): https://iwantclips.com/store/716/Sarah-DiAvola/1431222/Sock-Pusher-1080p-HD

I've brought you here for a chat, Bat. To wag tongues. Don't worry, I'll get to my point soon enough. Just the scent of me, wafting through the room, starts to soften your heart. You won't stay soft. I can't help but purr and paw at you. It's been a long time, hasn't it? "What do you want, Poison Ivy?" I want you, Batman. I writhe on your lap, wrapping my body around you like a vine. Stroking your body. Letting that first rush of flirtatious energy cloud your judgment. My lap dance grinds on your cock so sensually, your hands cannot help but to grip my ass and hips. Instinctively yearning, yet trying to keep your hands away. I move fast, and before you can convince yourself to get up and escape, my juicy lips slide over yours and grasp them in their pillowy embrace. I always use the same lipstick: The one with the plant neurotoxin. The one that scrambles your brain. Your brain quickly fogs over with the poison and your body is visibly resigned to my seduction. But I want to take you further. Not to destroy you, but to apply the poison to another part of your body, so as to spread out the effects...and concentrate most of them in one very sensitive area: your now-erect cock. I want to suck out what's inside of you, Batman. More specifically, I want your essence. Your power. Your seed. You keep all of your special strength deep in your cock, and I want to get it out of you. The toxic lipstick coats your penis as my mouth glides all the way down. The moans from your throat tell me that I have you right where I want you. What follows is the most mesmerizing, mind-numbing blow job you have ever experienced. My mouth does not miss a single sensitive spot. My tongue teases as I look up and smile, happy with how I've brought the Bat to his knees while I'm on mine. I lick, tickle, giggle, and demonstrate how a super-expert completes a blow job. My lips are like a Venus fly plant, and the glossy pink inside is your last temptation. No matter how you try to resist, you are powerless against me and my prowess. You finally succumb to my sexual destruction of your body and give in to me. With a great super moan and groan, your whole body shuddering, you release your essence to me. On my breasts, in a perfect glob of white cum that's no doubt filled with the seeds of potential. I taste it. You're dizzy and in a daze, and can barely say, "You'll never get away with this, Ivy..." which is hilarious to me because watch me. Getting away with it. Flashing you my beautiful pussy so you can see what other ways I can manipulate, seduce and control you. Just you wait, Batman. This is the beginning. I'm off to geminate some proteges with your DNA! Featuring Lance Hart

I want to do something special with you tonight. Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'll guide you through it... stroke by stroke. It will be a romantic adventure that will bring us closer together and open a whole new world of pleasure for you. Have you ever had a full-body orgasm? Like mine? The ones you're always jealous of? How about a full body orgasm AND ejaculation! I might even start to get jealous of the pleasure YOU'RE getting out of this type of new sex. Well, darling, this is the only way to achieve those exquisite pleasures. I want to fuck you. Deeply. Let me get you revved up and salivating for me, babe. I want to get you so horny with anticipation that you can't hold it in any longer. Listen to what I want to do with you, and let me make you feel things you've never felt before. See also: Sensual Pegging 1-7

That's right, YOU ARE! Get down on the ground where you belong, bitch boy, and bow before these satin boots. Admire how they hug My superior legs. Yearn and lust for the pretty toes peeking out of the tips of the boots. But sit, stay, and endure My words. Finally, you are serving the right Dominant Female. Finally, you've found your purpose. Finally, your submissive desires may be complete. But I will never ever let you forget where you are in relation to Me: LOWER. Who's a bitch? Who's a loser? Who's pathetic? Who's inferior? Who's desperate to please? Yes, bitch: you are. My words will burrow into your psyche and never ever leave, and thus you will no longer identify with being an autonomous, free male. A slave will always be your title. I have been much too nice to you boys.

I wonder if sock boys are the most melt-able foot boys. Perhaps it's the softness. Mixed with the harshness of a foot in a sock pressing down on your face. Socks seem to be the perfect double-edged sw0rd. Don't you love subtle juxtapositions? Romantic, teal-colored lacy lingerie bra and panty set, worn with a pair of dirty white cotton socks. The elegance inside my socks are epitomized by what I'm wearing on my body. Let me tease you - it's not like you really have a choice, because there's a little trigger inside your brain that you can't ignore. You can't resist or turn away, and here I am, standing between you and a sexual breakdown. Fall in! Edging is the MOST fun way to tease, because I get to feel that anticipation, build-up, moment of Zen, and the devastation of denial as we start up again. Over and over. Your erotic "suffering" makes me giggle like a mischievous little girl with too much time and too little empathy. I delight in guiding you while you masturbate. I love how you hang on every word and movement, like a pet drooling over a treat waving over him. I always loved to tease my pets. After I've primed the pump and built up the pressure inside of you, pushed your thoughts out of your mind until you are consumed by desire, I count you down. Seconds to release, it's so close... if you can just hang on for a few more counts... perhaps you can be free from this sexual pressure, this all-consuming obsession... ...but why would I reward you, when the only reason I'm doing this little game is to watch you beg and keep you begging? Your pleasure, twisted and manipulated just for my entertainment! 5, 4, 3, 2... PSYCH!

I love how easily I can control you with my feet and how powerful these tiny little toes are. My high heels are intimidating yet classic, with a nice chunky heel and a T-strap with a peep toe. In my glorious fashion, I tease you with my legs, thighs, sky-high arches, and endlessly wrinkled soles. My inner and outer arches have a curve that gives you butterflies in your stomach, and my wrinkles are so deep that their shadows could possibly hide secrets lurking in the dark. Kneel and worship, drool and stroke, and be continually reminded of why I am the most devastating Diva of foot fetish. And then, give over your orgasm. Completely. Release all ownership of it - and prove it by destroying it for me.

If there are a few drops left in you, I will take care of it. I want it drip by drip. you're gonna pay per stroke. Look at My tits, with your hand on your dick, and try to save money. Up and down, that's one. you won't notice the damage until you turn around and see that I've lured, tricked, and drained you again. See how easy it is for Me to snatch that right away from you? God, My laughter is infectious. My giggle is a delight, especially when it comes from your sacrifices. Do you wanna stroke to Me, in My see-through lace thong panties? I'll give you 5 strokes. I'm going to control every stroke of your wrist, every wank of your willy. If you're pinching pennies, you might want to be careful. This will be an expensive masturbation session, and it's all your fault. Weakness. My entire body is your downfall, and I tease you with My most powerful elements so that you can not escape. It's only money - you can always make more. And I can always take more.

The girls are off to brunch. They'll be gone all day. You both know around when they'll be home. So you watch the game with your wife's friend's husband. Watching all those slapped asses, tight spandex, manly-man testosterone, the adrenaline rush of watching men compete for glory... your heart races. You've always thought he was so cool. So hot. No wonder she married him. You imagine him fucking her. How his hips would move. The noises he would make. You get to talking, loosened up and relaxed, inhibitions slightly lowered. One of you puts his hand on the other man's thigh. One of you gets hard from it. There's only one way to find out if the other one is just as aroused. Let his cock out. Bask in its beautiful glory. Let your mouth water and your lips descend. Suck his cock. This video leaves you on the edge of your seat, voracious and anxious for the continuation of the story.

Are you a sniveling loser, on his knees at my feet, turned to utter mush beneath my boots? Of course you are! I make you melt when I throw you the LOSER sign and flip you off. I make you drool when I threaten to smash your face and body beneath my velvet, tan, shin-high, extreme platform, stiletto lace-up boots. Looking up my school girl skirt and watching my breasts press against my button-down white collar top is all you need to be transported to the school yard, at the thin mercy of the hottest bully in school. The Girl who gave you your fetishes and broke your heart for good.