Ca$h Mere  Kansas City’s Filthiest PAWG Experience 

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I’m Ca$h Mere, Kansas City’s 5’2” PAWG with a phat ass that’s an overflowing dump truck, ready to roll over your fantasies like a stray grocery cart slammed by my hips. My therapist says trauma’s stored in the hips, and baby, these curves carry a smörgåsbord of grief, grit, and pure sin—a three-Michelin-star feast served on a silver platter of temptation. Verified STD-free and EOA KC certified, I’m a greedy sub slut with icy blue eyes that’ll stare you down while I choke on your cock, my dirty blonde hair begging to be pulled as you pound me K9 style, my fat ass clapping like an earthquake snapping telephone poles.

My mom packed this delicacy in my puberty’s lunchbox, making bitches jealous of my non-tradable treats. Gordon Ramsay would scream my beef Wellington booty is raw—under-cooked, under-loved, and under-seared, like sad leftovers from a one-night stand. But I’m sashimi, delicate and fresh, too spicy for mediocre missionary fuckboys who can’t handle my heat. I need a fire-breathing dragon, not a hollow hand puppet gaslighting like a candle in a blackout. My gorilla grip’s downpour snuffs their chode of a flame, making them question their life choices as my curves cause car crashes like Pokémon Go, hydroplaning on this pussy searching for a Jigglypuff to sing them to sleep.

Kissing sets me ablaze—sloppy, everywhere, tongue-fucking my soul until my pussy’s dripping. I’m submissive, my signature move bending over to get fucked so hard you’ll drool like a dog at dinner time. I’m wagyu beef, massaged by grief and loves that left me in solitary pastures, but I’m no chopped liver. My monster ass needs to eat like Michael Phelps before a swim meet, sticking to my pythons and nude nylons like superglue. Watching lesbian porn sparks my clit, but I’m straight—those fantasies stay on screen, not in my sheets. I’ve spent 45 minutes worshipping a dick with my mouth, spitting not swallowing, and once went 18 hours in sexual healing, each session hotter because passion’s my pulse.

Clit stimulation’s my obsession, making me cum over and over when I’m into you, though squirting’s not my thing. Short, thick cocks drive my wild, especially on my side with my pussy or doggy for max pleasure. My taboo fantasy? A gangbang, the thought of being overwhelmed making my pussy flood like a tsunami. I’m open to fisting and stretching, loving the stretch, but anal’s a hard no. I’ve had my ass eaten and toes sucked, sending shivers through my core. Bondage and BDSM? Not yet, but I’m game. Dirty talk fuels me, especially when you look at me like I’m your Snorlax to cuddle post-chaos. My favorite toy’s any clit stimulator, guaranteed to make me cum, and I’d leap into adult films to unleash this raw energy.

Turn-offs? Bad breath and guys who aren’t into it—don’t dim my glow. Turn-ons? Kissing and that hungry stare that craves my heavy tits and buffet of curves. The wildest place I’ve fucked is a car, passion so alive it felt like a movie theater where my ass picked its seat. I’m not into threesomes, public displays beyond kissing, or food play, and being watched doesn’t spark me. But roleplay? I’m open, dreaming of scenarios where I’m your nasty sub, tied up and begging. I’m done being treated like chopped liver when I’m a delicacy, my curves a playground for your darkest desires, waiting for someone brave enough to take a bite.

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Each session includes one cumshot or until time’s up. Pick 2 up for $100 extra, then $30 per additional service. Outcall: You pay for my Uber both ways.

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Ready to fuck me K9 style or have me choke on your cock? Call or text me 24/7 to book. Screening’s required—don’t waste my fucking time.