I’m pure sunshine ☀️ Wrapped in pure sin 😈 And the sweetest thing you could taste 🧁
Hi I’m Aimee, thanks for checking out my page!
About me: Here to have a good time, cause a little trouble, and enjoy the attention. I love good banter, mutual chemistry, and pushing buttons just enough to be fun.
Teasing comes naturally. Bratty moments happen on purpose.
If you can keep up, we’ll get along just fine.
TON Record 10-3
TWAT Record 3-5
1X TWR Champ 🏆
1X GOTH Champ 🏆
TON Season 4 Champ 🏆
Notable Encounters
Dangerously Alluring Amanda
It began as a role I stepped into willingly, her personal assistant, efficient, attentive, always a step behind her stride. She set the pace, the tone, the expectations. When she brought me back to her place to “work” the air had already changed. Every instruction carried weight, every glance lingered just long enough to feel intentional.
Professional distance dissolved quietly. Authority became intimacy. She guided, corrected, and claimed my attention completely, drawing me out of myself and into her orbit. The scene unfolded through trust and worship showing her my talents as she allowed me to taste her making me utterly addicted to her as she rode my face to orgasm before tying me to the bed.
She pushed me further, testing the edges of my endurance through carefully measured pain and overwhelming pleasure, breaking me down piece by piece. Mind first, then body. Sensation blurred into surrender as she took complete control, leaving no space untouched, no resistance intact. By the end, I was undone and reshaped, orgasming again and again until there was nothing left but devotion. Soft, spent, and wholly hers now. Her sweet girl, broken open and bound to her completely.
After a few utterly incredible encounters with Amanda. She decided to collar me, and now I’m her Sweet Slut, learning how good it feels to obey, to be teased, and to be claimed. Every glance from her sets my heart racing, every whispered command pulls me deeper into our world of pleasure. She owns more than just the collar I’m hers in every mischievous, daring, and perfectly slutty way, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The Great Lumber
Had a solid seven-match win streak and way too much confidence, so of course I decided to poke the beast himself. Lumber made one of his rare appearances, and the moment he stepped into the ring the whole crowd locked in. My recent performances had people thinking I could hang with him… and for the first minute, I thought so too.
Then reality hit. Lumber turned it up and showed exactly why he’s earned the respect he has. I was folded, outmatched, and humbled fast — and now the whole platform seems to agree on my new title: Lumber’s British Slut Muffin, the one who goes weak at the knees whenever he’s around.
Recently, I pushed my luck and got bratty, knowing exactly who I was poking. I’m his Slut Muffin — and Lumber doesn’t scold, he corrects. He looked at me with that calm, steady confidence and decided I need a reminder so we met in the bedroom. No shouting. No rush. Just absolute control from the moment it began. Each time we do this I start off thinking it will be different and then the second his cock comes out I go weak at the knees and before long I’m a screaming fleshlight for his cock
He set the pace, and reminded me that resistance only makes his grip firmer. Every move was deliberate, dominant, and unmistakably his. By the end, there was no question left to ask — I was broken, obedient, and fully aware of my place beneath his control. Lumber doesn’t need to prove himself. He simply takes command… and I happily give in.
The Goddess Jenna
I had the unforgettable pleasure of serving the divine and dangerously captivating Goddess Jenna — an experience that still makes my pulse quicken whenever I think about it. She doesn’t just command a room; she owns it completely. The moment she set her eyes on me, I knew I was in the presence of someone who plays by her own rules… and makes everyone else eager to obey them.
Being chosen as her entertainment wasn’t just flattering — it was intoxicating. She has this way of toying with your anticipation, of keeping you right on the edge with a single smile, a single word, a single slow step closer. Every moment in her company felt like a delicious challenge: trying to keep my composure while she effortlessly unraveled it with the slightest tease.
Goddess Jenna doesn’t need to raise her voice or lift a finger to take control; her presence alone pulls you in, bends you willingly, makes you want to offer more of yourself than you meant to. And the most dangerous part? You enjoy every second of it. I walked away from our time together still craving her attention, still replaying her expressions, her laughter, her slow, knowing glances.
To be claimed — even briefly — by a woman like her is a rare privilege. She’s power, temptation, and wicked grace wrapped into one stunning force of nature. I’m grateful, I’m humbled, and if she ever beckons again, I’ll be there without a second thought. Serving Goddess Jenna wasn’t just a pleasure… it was an experience I’m still aching to repeat
I have found myself recently becoming Jenna office buxom Brit. I creep down the hall, hoping no one notices, slipping into her office like it’s just another day. That knowing grin spreading across her face as she rolls back from her desk and spread for me. Her actions tell me exactly what she wants she doesn’t need to ask. Finding my way under her desk, The office buzzes around us, phones ring, keyboards click, meetings go on while I get to taste the Goddess, my tongue worshipping every inch of her perfect body. Pleasing the Goddess is the best part of every morning, all while no one else suspects a thing.
Occasionally I find a note on my desk telling me to meet her in the gym. Watching her work out is always a pleasure but then she leads me to the sauna for our post work out cool down or so she says but it ends up being a steamy hot encounter with me begging her for more 🥵
What started as a simple tea date quickly turned into something far more intense. She has this way of pulling you in with her eyes, her smile, and her confidence. It wasn’t long before we were having sloppy make out session wet and heavy just how I like it.
Things got heated fast. Every kiss feels deeper, every embrace tighter, every moment charged with desire. She took control as she watched me strip. She was playful and daring, switching effortlessly between sweet and seductive. One minute she’s laughing softly across the table, the next she’s dragging you to the bedroom by your hair, letting you know exactly what she wants. Before long I ended up her messy little CrUMPET as she rode my face until her lifting up and squirted over my face and I loved every second of it 🥵
Annie doesn’t do “boring.” She lives for passion, chemistry, and moments that leave you breathless.
The French Femme Fatale LittleCaline
Weeks of losing and teasing led to one final match where I thought I had control. For a brief moment, I even believed it—taunting, confident, convinced payback was finally mine.
Then her voice took over.
She didn’t overpower me; she unwound me. Thoughts softened, resistance faded, and under her hypnosis the truth slipped out before I could stop it. I heard myself admitting devotion, feeling a deep need to please her that felt natural, comforting as she trained me to crave her taste. Making me endlessly lick her.
I went in chasing revenge.
I came out openly devoted. On my knees tongue out ready to please.
The Lioness Vanessa Velvet
I stepped up to the Velvets, meeting Vanessa with every intention of making her mine. After a passionate start I found myself weakening in her arms. Her touch, her kiss, her moan, her taste making me want more and more. Once she had me where she wanted she turned it up and I melted into her. I was left begging her to let me cum while she pounded me into submission. Peppering me with kisses and leaving her famous V shaped hickeys on my body.
Confronting her feels like stepping into a slow-burning moment: teasing glances, a voice that lingers, an ease that disarms. You don’t feel overpowered so much as pleasantly unsteady, caught in the thrill of wanting her attention and enjoying the fact that she knows it. Vanessa Velvet leaves you flustered, smiling, and very aware that the encounter didn’t go how you planned—but not wishing it had gone any other way.
The Sultry Monica Saunders
Had the incredible chance to step onto the mat with the beautiful Sultry Monica Saunders, and it’s an experience I won’t forget anytime soon. From the moment the match started, it was a real back-and-forth struggle—every time I thought I had an opening, she countered with flawless technique and surprising athleticism.
I gave everything I had, but Monica’s combination of strength, confidence, and pure skill was simply on another level. She controlled the pace, pushed me to my limits, and ultimately overpowered me in a way that was both humbling and impressive.
Monica Saunders isn’t just strong—she’s a complete competitor, and sharing the mat with her was an honor. Truly unforgettable.
I was lucky enough to be invited back to Monica’s penthouse suite after earning a chance at her GOTH title. This time, I came prepared—soft smiles, gentle touches, and just the right amount of charm. Slowly, the tension built, our playful energy turning into a hot, passionate encounter that left us both wanting more. Every glance, every whispered word and breathless moan. I knew I had finally got her right before my finger had her shaking and trembling with organic bliss.
Sexy Canadian Cassidy
Sexy without trying and fully aware of the effect she has. From the moment we faced off, she carried herself with a seductive confidence that turned every exchange into a slow, dangerous dance. Sweet as maple syrup, smooth in her movements, and sharp in her intent, she fought with determination and charm in equal measure.
She tested my focus, tempted mistakes, and made the match feel as playful as it was intense. Every moment felt charged, every interaction deliberate. In the end, though, I kept my composure, matched her energy, and took the win - And her home so she could thank me properly as the Victor!
Demanding a rematch I decided to give Cassidy another chance against me. It started off much the same. Back and forth grapplings, some sexy holds until she had me trapped and desperately clinging to the edge. Luckily I had a plan and called her fellow Canadian Laura to my aid. The shock of betrayal was enough to throw her off her game and before long I had her wrapped between my legs face down ass up and she was once again succumbing to orgasm on that mat in front of everyone.
Our long awaited match started off balanced, with sparks flying from the very first lock-up. We traded holds and counters, neither of us willing to give an inch. Jake’s confidence and impressive features made it hard not to notice him, and I’ll admit—it threw me off more than once.
As the match heated up, he began showing just how strong and in control he could be. I caught his in my famous mouth and drained the first load right from the source. However, One small mistake on my part distracted by his “Hammer” and he took full advantage, pulling me in close and wrapping me up in his powerful arms.
Before I knew it, I was folded into a tight pretzel, completely at his mercy. With a teasing grin and flawless timing, he pounded me into submission, stuffing the Muffin over and over before claiming the win in unforgettable style.
Bobby and I went at it hard—back-and-forth, teasing, feisty, with every hold, twist, and playful grapple. He thought he had the upper hand at first, he had me pinned fucking me deep and hard, smirking like he was in control, but I wasn’t about to let him win that easily. I called in reinforcements—Lauren and Laura—because why fight alone when you can make it an unforgettable experience? Suddenly, he was surrounded, the three of us sucking his cock eagerly until he couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded over us all.
Once he was drained I let Laura finish him off with her famous Butt to get her well earned revenge for their last match.
Rivalry
Rivalry with Benchie my favourite seat John currently 7-0
John—aka Benchie—just can’t seem to beat me, no matter how hard he tries. Seven matches in a row, and he’s still falling victim to my mischievous tricks. More often than not, he ends up helpless under my chest or pinned by my hips, squirming and gasping as I smother him into submission. Every grin I give him, every teasing shift, every playful squeeze keeps him on edge, desperate and flustered, until he finally gives in. There’s something delicious about watching him lose again and again, completely overpowered by my playful dominance, knowing there’s no one else he’d rather be helpless under
Rivalry with Lucky (Best of 3 – Series Winner)
Lucky caught me early, when I was fresh and finding my footing, and he made sure everyone knew it. He ran me over in the first match and enjoyed every second of it. But that was the last time he had it easy. I learned his game, matched his intensity, and flipped the script in match two. By the third, the momentum was mine and the outcome was inevitable — I broke him down, took control, and walked away with the series 2–1. He had his moment, but I took the throne.
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