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• Tara’s Massive 12-Inch Cock Owns You

  February 8, 2026

  He thought he was tough… until I dropped my pants and showed him 12 thick inches of real power.

  This arrogant prick strutted up to me at the bar, all smirks and macho bullshit, like he was gonna run the show. I just smiled, grabbed his wrist, and whispered, “You’re coming with me, little man. I’m gonna make you my bitch tonight.” His cocky grin faltered when he felt how strong my grip was.

  Back at my place I shoved him to his knees. “Strip,” I commanded. He hesitated—big mistake. I yanked his shirt off, then his pants, leaving him naked and half-hard. Pathetic. Then I unzipped slow, letting my massive 12-inch cock spring free—thick, veiny, already leaking. His eyes went wide. His mouth dropped open. He actually whimpered.

  “Open wide, bitch,” I growled. I grabbed his hair and fed him my cock—inch after thick inch until he gagged and tears ran down his face. I face-fucked him slow at first, then harder, making him choke and drool while I told him how worthless his little dick looked next to mine. He tried to pull away. I just thrust deeper.

  When he was a sloppy, gasping mess, I bent him over the bed. Lubed up my monster and pressed the fat head against his tight hole. “Beg for it,” I said. He shook his head. I slapped his ass hard. “Beg, bitch.” Finally he cracked: “Please… fuck me… please…”

  I slammed in—half my length in one brutal thrust. He screamed. I didn’t stop. I pounded him raw, deep, relentless—every stroke stretching him wide, hitting his prostate until his own cock leaked like a faucet. “Squeal for me,” I ordered, gripping his hips and railing him harder. And fuck, he did—high-pitched, desperate squeals every time I bottomed out.

  I flipped him onto his back so I could watch his face while I destroyed him. Legs over my shoulders, I drilled down, my heavy balls slapping his ass. He was babbling now—“Oh god… too big… please… don’t stop…”—squealing louder with every thrust. I stroked his pathetic dick just enough to edge him, denying him release while I used his hole like it belonged to me.

  Finally I growled, “Cum for your owner, bitch.” I slammed in balls-deep and unloaded—hot, thick ropes flooding his guts while he squealed like a porn star and shot weak spurts across his stomach. I kept fucking him through it, milking every drop out of him until he was trembling and whimpering.

  He’s mine now. Broken. Owned. Squealing.

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• Tara’s Peachy Throne of Power

  January 24, 2026

  Tara’s Peachy Throne of Power

  Filthy domination from a hung shemale Goddess who wrecks wimpy bitch boys

  Meet my latest toy: a sniveling little bitch boy named Timmy. 5’6″, skinny, trembling, with a pathetic excuse for a dick that barely twitches when he’s scared. He begged to serve me—Tara—the dominant shemale with a thick, veiny, 12-inch monster cock that makes grown men cry. I laughed in his face and told him to strip. He did, instantly, knees shaking like a leaf.

  “On your back, bitch,” I growled. He scrambled onto the bed, legs spread wide like the desperate slut he is. I straddled his chest first, my heavy balls dragging across his chin as I slapped my massive girl-cock against his cheek—thwack, thwack—leaving sticky precum trails. “Open that whore mouth.” He obeyed, tongue out, eyes watering already. I fed him the head, stretching his lips wide, then pushed deeper until he gagged. “That’s it, choke on Goddess Tara’s huge dick. This is what real cock feels like, loser.”

  He slurped and sucked like his life depended on it, drool running down his chin, but I wasn’t here for gentle. I pulled out, flipped him over roughly, and yanked his hips up—ass high, face down in the pillows. “Beg for it, bitch boy.” “Please, Goddess Tara,” he whimpered, “fuck my tight hole with your big cock. Ruin me.” Pathetic. I spat on his puckered ass, rubbed my throbbing shaft along his crack, then slammed in—one brutal thrust burying half my length inside him. He screamed, body jerking, but I didn’t stop. I gripped his waist and pounded deeper, balls slapping his taint with every savage stroke.

  His little dick flopped uselessly beneath him, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets while I reamed his ass open. “Feel that, wimp? That’s a real cock owning you.” I reached around, pinched his tiny nipples hard, making him yelp. Faster now—wet, filthy sounds filling the room as my huge shaft pistoned in and out, stretching him wide, claiming every inch. He was babbling nonsense, ass clenching around me, trying to milk my load. But I control the pace. I control everything.

  When I felt him start to shake—on the edge without even touching his worthless clit—I pulled out suddenly, leaving him gaping and empty. “No cumming for you, bitch.” I stroked my slick cock over his back, then exploded—thick ropes of hot cum painting his spine, dripping down his crack. He sobbed in frustration, humping the air like a dog in heat. “Clean it up with your tongue,” I ordered. He did—lapping his own back like the degraded cum-slut he is.

  Timmy left limping, ass sore, dignity gone, but begging to come back for more. That’s what happens when a wimpy bitch boy meets Tara’s huge, dominant cock. I fuck. I ruin. I own.

  Think you’re next? Crawl to me and prove you can take it.

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