Sissy Call Girl 3
Lacey steps out as herself--and gets pulled into Marissa's fantasy. What feels like connection quickly unravels into performance, leaving Lacey raw, used, and aching for something real. The cheap blonde wig scratched faintly at Lacey’s scalp, a constant reminder of how fake this all was was—yet somehow, it felt right. She’d brushed it out carefully, curling the ends under just slightly. Not quite bimbo, but not quite wholesome. Just enough to turn heads and make people wonder. The top she chose was cropped high enough to flash the smooth skin of her lower stomach when she moved. It draped loose across he...
