We’ve got another twisted delight caught in our grubby little hands today—Miss Malorie Switch, a name that sounds like your high school crush who also happened to moonlight as a dominatrix. She’s set up shop on LoyalFans, ready to unload every filthy thought that’s ever crossed her perverted brain, and I’m here to help you dig through the dirty laundry. How does she describe herself? Brace yourself: “Taboo enthusiast, kinky switch, lover of all things dirty and filthy.” You know, just your average girl next door with a collection of whips and probably a spreadsheet titled “Men Who’ve Called Me Mommy.” The intro is short, sharp, and sticky—it tells you everything you need to know. This chick is down for filth, and she doesn't flinch. She’s a switch, which means she’ll ride your face one day and have you kissing her boots the next. Sounds perfect, right?
Except—and here's the annoying little itch—Miss Malorie doesn’t upload like she’s got a fire in her clit anymore. Her main feed is sitting at a measly 69 posts (nice, but still sad), and it looks like she completely fell off the face of the internet right after August. I mean, who takes a break when their fans are drooling in real time? Maybe she’s busy living out one of those taboo fantasies in the real world. Maybe she’s just edging us to death like a cruel queen. Whatever it is, the inconsistency is a dick deflator. You get your hopes up, thinking this girl’s gonna flood your screen with strap-on clips and degradation monologues, only to realize you’ve been staring at the same set of tits for three months straight. No updates. No teases. Just the same content chilling there like it’s on life support. Don’t get me wrong, what’s already up is hot—like face-sitting-in-the-back-of-a-confessional hot—but it hurts to see that feed not getting the attention it deserves. Like a hot girl at a party who refuses to twerk. You’re just watching, waiting, wondering if she’s ever going to let loose again.
Low Entry Fee, High Stimulation
Now before your cock packs up and goes home in disappointment, let’s talk money. Because Miss Malorie might be a tease, but she’s not a greedy bitch. You don’t have to cough up $50 to see her lick a dildo. Her main feed is actually free to browse, which in today’s market is rarer than a pornstar with a PhD. But—surprise surprise—the good shit is all on her feed. That’s right, she’s got the “click to unlock” grind going on, and while that might scare away your broke-ass buddies, let me tell you something—it’s not that bad. Her prices are dirt cheap. We’re talking $1, $3, $5 to unlock full video clips and raunchy photosets. You can literally unlock an entire session of her sucking off a toy or roleplaying some dirty nurse scene for less than you’d spend on a gas station burrito.
So if you’re sitting there wondering if the juice is worth the squeeze—it is, bro. You can basically build a mini library of Malorie’s filth without emptying your bank account. It’s like collecting porn Pokémon, and every time you unlock a new post, your dick gets a little bit closer to nirvana. Sure, she’s not uploading new stuff to the main feed every week, but you could still drop around $100 across her feed content and walk away with enough jerk-off material to last you through a nuclear winter. And the best part? Since you’re picking and choosing what to unlock, you’re never paying for filler. No useless “look at my face while I drink coffee” bullshit. You’re only buying pure, dirty, cock-worshipping, cum-dripping filth. Think of it like a sex buffet—pay per plate, gorge until you pass out.
Just don’t expect the free feed to keep you satisfied forever. It's more of a trailer for the main event, and Malorie knows exactly how to keep you curious. She’ll show just enough tit to get your hand moving, and then hit you with that little padlock icon like a cock-blocking genie. And you’ll pay, oh you’ll pay. Because Miss Malorie is smart. She doesn’t flood you with content—she drip-feeds your addiction, one smutty unlock at a time. It’s painful. It’s calculated. And it fucking works.
The Store Is Where The Real Sluts Go
Now if you’re one of those freaks (like me) who needs more than five-dollar clips and cockteases, then welcome to the real playground: Miss Malorie’s PPV store. This is where the fantasy goes full tilt. It’s not just her pulling down panties and moaning into her iPhone camera.
This is where she becomes your boss, your robot, your cheating wife, your late-night office slut, and anything else your fucked-up brain wants to stroke to. We’re talking full-on, 20+ minute scenes, shot with actual effort, actual editing, and actual intention to make you lose your damn mind.
She’s not just sticking a dildo in and calling it a day. She’s cosplaying. She’s scripting. She’s getting into character like she’s auditioning for a porn version of Black Mirror. One of the highlights? “Cuck for Cheating Birthday Girl.” I’ve never hated a birthday more in my life—and I love birthdays. Watching Malorie play the role of a selfish, cheating slut who makes her man sit in the corner while she takes a new dick is fucking brutal in all the right ways. You wanna feel worthless? You wanna be humiliated by a chick who looks like she could seduce Satan? This is the content for you. Then there’s “Sexbot Malorie,” where she plays a robotic nympho built for pleasure. I don’t even like sci-fi, but somehow she made me want to fuck a toaster.
Her store is stacked. New content drops every week like clockwork, and each piece is tailored to tickle some new depraved corner of your brain. It’s like she has a Rolodex of fetishes and rolls a die every Sunday to see what kink gets cooked next. She doesn’t half-ass it either—every clip is a fantasy brought to life, with the kind of dirty talk that makes your spine curl and your dick stand at attention like it’s been enlisted. So yeah, while her free feed might be slacking off like a hungover stripper, her PPV store is working overtime to make sure you never run out of things to jerk to. And that, my friends, is why Miss Malorie Switch is worth your filthy little coins.
Tease Now, Drain Later
By now, it should be clear to even the most brain-dead basement wanker—Miss Malorie is a PPV queen, and her entire main feed? That’s just foreplay. It’s the equivalent of her showing you the strap-on and then walking out of the room. Those $1 posts? Don’t let them fool you. You’re not busting to a soft moan and a cheeky sideboob. You’re just getting breadcrumbs while she hides the whole damn cake behind a paywall. And listen, I’m not even mad. I respect it. She’s playing the long game here. The kind of “you want a taste, bitch? Pay for the buffet” energy that makes you feel both humiliated and horny. She’s got the strategy of a strip club goddess—keep ‘em looking, keep ‘em wanting, then hit ‘em with that premium price when they’re weak and lubed up.
And that premium? Oh baby, you’re gonna feel it in your wallet. Her PPV store doesn’t play with baby prices. We’re not talking $3 clips anymore. We’re talking full-blown 12, 20, 30+ dollar videos—the kind of price tags that make your dick sweat. And honestly? It’s worth it. Because once you stop wasting time unlocking softcore tease loops and finally drop the cash on the real shit, you’ll see what all the hype is about. That’s where Malorie unleashes the beast. Her PPV store is a wet dream wrapped in latex and spit—pure fantasy fueled by lust, power, and the kind of scripting that would make mainstream porn blush.
This isn’t lazy ass "Here’s me bent over my kitchen counter for 15 seconds" type content. Nah, Miss Malorie builds a world, gets into character, and milks every drop of perversion out of it. You’re watching her transform, scene by scene, from bitchy boss to obedient slut, from soulless sexbot to bratty girlfriend. And the production value? Not some shaky cam bullshit. She knows her angles, she knows her lighting, and most importantly, she knows what the fuck you’re here for.
