By Ebony Rivers – Mistress of Multiplayer, High Priestess of Pleasure You want to know a dirty secret, sugar?Sometimes—just sometimes—your cock ain’t enough. Not when my controller’s in my hands, glowing, vibrating, pulsing with every move I make. That sleek…
By Ebony Rivers – Where Lust Meets Lag, and Moans Replace Controller Vibes You think gaming and fucking don’t go hand-in-hand? Then you clearly haven’t played with me, sugar. I don’t just push buttons—I own your console, your mind, and…
By Ebony Rivers – Queen of Heat, Priestess of Pleasure, and Your Midnight Obsession Mmm… let me guess, baby. You’ve been sitting there all day, screen glowing, dick twitching, brain fried to mush, and hands? Oh honey, your hands are…
You say you like strong women. I say you were born to kneel. There’s a reason your search history keeps circling back to femdom, foot worship, and goddess worship. Deep down, you’re not looking for a girl next door—you’re aching…
It started as something innocent…If anything Ebony Rivers did could ever be called innocent. She was alone in her bedroom — soft light pouring in through half-closed blinds, skin like silk, curves carved by gods with filthy minds.The mirror had…
By Ebony Rivers – Mistress of Multiplayer, High Priestess of Pleasure You want to know a dirty secret, sugar?Sometimes—just sometimes—your cock ain’t enough. Not when my controller’s in my hands, glowing, vibrating, pulsing with every move I make. That sleek…
By Ebony Rivers – Where Lust Meets Lag, and Moans Replace Controller Vibes You think gaming and fucking don’t go hand-in-hand? Then you clearly haven’t played with me, sugar. I don’t just push buttons—I own your console, your mind, and…
By Ebony Rivers – Queen of Heat, Priestess of Pleasure, and Your Midnight Obsession Mmm… let me guess, baby. You’ve been sitting there all day, screen glowing, dick twitching, brain fried to mush, and hands? Oh honey, your hands are…
You say you like strong women. I say you were born to kneel. There’s a reason your search history keeps circling back to femdom, foot worship, and goddess worship. Deep down, you’re not looking for a girl next door—you’re aching…
It started as something innocent…If anything Ebony Rivers did could ever be called innocent. She was alone in her bedroom — soft light pouring in through half-closed blinds, skin like silk, curves carved by gods with filthy minds.The mirror had…