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• You Don’t Get to Rush Me

  December 15, 2025

  You Don’t Get to Rush Me

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  “Being a brat means I decide the pace, even when I’m the one giving instructions,” I say with a sly grin, hazel eyes sparkling as I cross my long legs and twirl a lock of wavy brown hair around my finger.

  “Alright, stupid,” I tease sweetly, tilting my head. “Today, you’re going to learn patience. You’re going to sit right there, just like that, and wait for my permission to move. Got it?”

  I pause deliberately, letting the silence stretch until it almost hurts. “And don’t even think about squirming or looking away. I’ll know… and you won’t like what happens next.”

  I flash you a fleeting glimpse of my bare ankle before hiding it again, smiling innocently. “Watch closely while I fix my shoes. You might learn something.”

  Minutes tick by as I lace my boots slowly, deliberately. Every glance I throw your way is a reminder that I’m in control. “Almost done,” I hum. “Just a little longer…”

  When I finally lean back, hands folded neatly in my lap, I smile. “By the time I say stop, you’ll realize waiting was the whole lesson.”

  I point toward the door. “Now get up and fetch me a snack. And hurry—because I’m starving.”

  Slow is sweeter when it’s mine,

  Roni

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• Our Secret Couple Sessions

  November 7, 2025

  Our Secret Couple Sessions

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  Couple play is my favorite shared experience, especially when your hotwife fantasy becomes my playground. My long wavy brown hair sways with each confident step as I saunter into the room, drawing the eye and igniting imagination. Soft hazel eyes sparkle with mischief, and perky breasts rise and fall with each playful breath. A heart-shaped ass beckons, just begging to be admired, and teasingly squeezed.

  You and your partner settle in, phones at the ready, and I take center stage. I strip slowly, each article of clothing cast aside like a shed skin, revealing the allure within. Your voices murmur in awe, and I know exactly what I’m doing to you both.

  “Let’s make this hotwife fantasy real, shall we?” I purr, and the game is on. Guided by your explicit directions, I seduce myself in real-time, moans and gasps intermingling with your words. Our forbidden tryst builds to a fever pitch as I touch myself, imagining your hands on me instead.

  Suddenly, a tap at the door – my husband, here to ‘join’ the fun. I play the innocent, feigning shock at his interruption, as he watches me on his phone, eyes glazed with lust. A whispered agreement and suddenly he’s undressing, ready to join the couple’s play.

  Together, we lose ourselves in a carnal tango, a phone-threesome of fevered desire. I take turns, pleasuring them both with my mouth and hands while they watch, panting in shared ecstasy. The room fills with heavy breathing and primal grunts, sensations amplified by the digital intimacy.

  As the climaxes recede, we’re left in the afterglow, hearts racing and minds reeling. My voice drops to a sultry whisper: “By the time you both hang up, you’ll crave another shared experience with me, your favorite secret.” And with that, our couple’s play ends, and reality resumes – but the hotwife fantasy will linger, waiting to be reignited.

  With love and sin,

  Roni

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