Chastity Keys Buried Deep in My Dirty Depths
Poppie arrived at the old mansion party in full 1950s glory—polka-dot swing dress hugging her thick curves, seamed stockings whispering with every step, red lipstick perfect, victory rolls gleaming under the chandelier. The invite said “vintage attire only,” but she…
Your view from your seat is perfect. Around you are about 20 other strangers, all with art easels set Infront of them. Most have already started to sketch out their visions, you however are stuck. Eyes facing front, pencil in…
Hello, you delicious perverts.It’s Poppie.Your favorite 1950s pin-up dream with 1950s curves, 2020s appetites, and zero fucking limits.Big soft tits spilling out of polka-dot bras, thick thighs that could crush a man’s skull (and have), wide hips made for gripping,…
(A little mouthy midnight ramble from your favorite throat queen) Hey darlings, it’s Emilee. Just me, sprawled across silk sheets at 2 a.m., hair a dark messy halo on the pillow, lips still glossy from earlier, tasting faintly of salt…
Poppie arrived at the old mansion party in full 1950s glory—polka-dot swing dress hugging her thick curves, seamed stockings whispering with every step, red lipstick perfect, victory rolls gleaming under the chandelier. The invite said “vintage attire only,” but she…
Your view from your seat is perfect. Around you are about 20 other strangers, all with art easels set Infront of them. Most have already started to sketch out their visions, you however are stuck. Eyes facing front, pencil in…
Hello, you delicious perverts.It’s Poppie.Your favorite 1950s pin-up dream with 1950s curves, 2020s appetites, and zero fucking limits.Big soft tits spilling out of polka-dot bras, thick thighs that could crush a man’s skull (and have), wide hips made for gripping,…
(A little mouthy midnight ramble from your favorite throat queen) Hey darlings, it’s Emilee. Just me, sprawled across silk sheets at 2 a.m., hair a dark messy halo on the pillow, lips still glossy from earlier, tasting faintly of salt…