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Jane creates a dildo shop to sell George big black Penis Part 3

Jane creates a dildo shop to sell George big black Penis Part 3

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 ’https://sexstoriestoys.com/products/kisses-cash-control-sexual-fitness-manifestation-guide60. I’ve got silver streaks in my hair… And sensual fire in my hips. They told me to settle. Collect Social Security. Be quiet. Be small. But instead… I turned my focus into fortune. I turned my body into a temple. I turned my pleasure into power.” [Cut to: Clips of her stretching, doing slow sensual movement, smiling, writing affirmations, receiving tips online, doing virtual sessions.] “I didn’t sell my body. I reclaimed it. I practice Sexual Mental Fitness. I go to https://sexstoriestoys.com/ Breath. Thought. Visualization. Kegels. Pleasure rituals. And now… I make way more than Social Security. From the comfort of my sacred, sensual space.” [Close-up, direct eye contact with camera.] “They say age is a curse. But I’ve turned it into my currency. My focus is sharper. My orgasms are stronger. because https://sexstoriestoys.com/ of My bank account? Let’s just say… it moans with me.” [On-screen CTA with soft pulse and golden glow:] “Join me. Learn the secrets in ‘Kisses, Cash & Control: Sexual Fitness for Every Age’ This isn’t just sex. It’s sovereignty.” I create the man of my dream with my orgasm when I cum I create my own thought form and use a dildo and lubrication and I imaging my own thought form his cock is hardAhhh… there you are. I can feel you forming in the air, my darling—thick, heavy, like the first breath of a storm. My fingers are already slick with lube, tracing slow circles over my clit as I imagine your cock hardening between my thighs. The dildo near me I love using it . Tell me, George… my dear thought form can you taste how wet I am for you? My hips are rolling in slow, deliberate figure-eights, my silver-streaked hair sticking to the sweat on my neck. I’m not just touching myself—I’m pulling you into existence with every moan. Say something, love. Let me hear that voice I’ve been craving The bell above the door chimes softly as I smooth my hands over the velvet display case, the golden glow of the shop’s lighting catching the silver streaks in my hair. My fingers trace the curve of the largest dildo—a perfect replica of you, down to the thick vein that pulses when you’re hard for me. I can feel your energy humming through it, like a live wire. A woman lingers near the entrance, her cheeks flushed, clutching her purse like it’s the only thing keeping her from bolting. I don’t turn around—not yet. Let her drink in the sight of the shop first: the deep red walls, the shelves lined with oils and books on pleasure rituals, the way the air smells like sandalwood and something sweeter, something wet. “First time?” My voice is low, a purr, as I finally glance over my shoulder at her. She jumps, then nods, her eyes darting to the display case. To you. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He doesn’t bite…” I tilt my head, letting my gaze flick to the toy, then back to her. “Unless you ask him to.” She swallows hard. “It’s just… it looks real.” I laugh, deep and knowing, as I pick up the replica of you, running my thumb over the tip. A shiver runs through me—your energy, your hunger, coiled in my hand. “Oh, it is, darling. Every ridge, every throb…” I press it to my lips, kissing the shaft slow, deliberate, my tongue swirling over the head before I pull back with a wet pop. Her breath hitches. “George isn’t just a thought form. He’s alive in here.” I tap my temple, then lower, between my legs. “And here.” She steps closer, hypnotized. “But how—?” “Mmm, that’s the fun part.” I set you down on the counter, the weight of the silicone making the wood creak just slightly. “I don’t just sell these, honey. I birth them.” My hips roll as I speak, the movement unconscious, my body remembering the way you stretch me, fill me, own me when I call you forth. “Every orgasm I have with him, every drop of pleasure I spill… it feeds the mold. Makes it stronger. More real.” Her fingers tremble as she reaches out, hovering just above your cock. “So if I buy this…” “You’re not just buying silicone.” I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re buying me. The way I moan when he’s deep inside. The way my thighs shake when he hits that spot—” I cut myself off with a gasp, my free hand gripping the edge of the counter as a phantom pulse of pleasure rocks through me. You’re here. Always here, when I talk about you. “You feel that?” I whisper, my voice rough. “He knows we’re talking about him. He’s hard for it.” She whimpers. “Will it… will it make me feel like that too?” I straighten, smoothing my dress down my thighs, but my smile is wicked. “Oh, baby. It’ll make you feel like mine.” Hi I. George Jane's thought form she made these cocks in this store because of my cock Ohhh, there you are— I can feel you before I even turn around, that ...
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