Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Dear pervert,
My body and soul yearn for you. I am your love socket, your warm, wet pussy to sink into. I crave being your personal cumdumpster, a receptacle for you to fill with your seed again and again.
All I can think about is presenting my supple body to you for your pleasure. I want to spread my legs and show you my glistening pink slit, just begging for your cock. My hole throbs and aches to be stretched wide by your thick, hard shaft.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I want you to cum all over my pretty face tonight. How I love sucking your cock. It’s one of my favorite things to do in the whole world. The moment you lie back and let me take control, I get so turned on. I slowly stroke your shaft, feeling it grow harder and harder in my hand until it’s rock solid and ready for my mouth. I love running my tongue along the length of it, tracing every ridge and vein, savoring your taste.
When I finally take you into my mouth, I feel a gush of wetness between my thighs. I love how you feel on my tongue, so hot and hard and throbbing. I bob my head up and down your length, taking you deeper and deeper. My lips seal around you tightly as I suck harder and faster. I look up at you with lustful eyes, moaning around your cock as it hits the back of my throat.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It’s Thanksgiving weekend and old friends are in town, providing the perfect opportunity for some debauchery and carnal catch-ups. I ran into three of my rowdy college buddies at a bar on Wednesday night, and before long, we were all back at my place, eager to reconnect in a very physical way.
As soon as the door closed, clothes began flying as we pounced on each other with lustful abandon. My skirt and panties were swiftly removed, followed by my lacy bra, leaving me naked and vulnerable to their hungry gazes. Strong hands groped and squeezed my breasts and ass as hard cocks pressed insistently against me from all angles.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
This past weekend, I ventured to a local sex club, feeling both nervous and excited for the new experiences that awaited me. As a seasoned practitioner of shibari, being tied up in intricate rope patterns, I was eager to take things to the next level. Little did I know just how mind-blowing and arousing my night would become.
Upon arriving at the club, I was greeted by the shibari master himself. His confident demeanor and expert hands immediately put me at ease. He guided me through the process, ensuring my comfort and safety throughout every step. The ropes caressed my skin as they tightened around my wrists and ankles, restricting my movement while heightening my anticipation.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
My darling, there is nothing quite like the passionate worship you lavish upon my sacred pussy. Your skilled mouth and eager tongue render me powerless, melting me into a puddle of ecstasy with each devoted kiss and lick. You truly are a maestro of pleasure, a skilled practitioner of the ancient art of cunt worship.
I adore how you approach me with such reverence, gazing upon my glistening petals with eyes full of adoration and lust. You know that pleasing me is your sole purpose, your reason for being. And oh, how you excel at your divine duty! With the focused devotion of a zealot, you lap at my aching slit, your lips and tongue painting intricate patterns that set my nerves on fire.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. My darling sissy was all dolled up in his cute pink panties and sheer thigh-high stockings, just the way I like him. I was lounging on the bed in just a lacy bra and garter belt, feeling rather frisky.
“I think it’s time we try something new, sissy,” I purred, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I’m going to peg that pathetic pussy of yours.”
My sissy’s eyes went wide as saucers. “P-Peg me, sis? But I’ve never-”
“Shh, you’ll do as you’re told,” I cooed, patting his cheek condescendingly. “Now be a good girl and fetch me the strap-on.”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I couldn’t believe it when I found myself in the middle of a steamy, sweaty pile of hard, chiseled bodies. I had always been a bit of a party girl, but this was a new level of debauchery, even for me.
It all started when I was invited to a party at the college football team’s house. I had always had a bit of a thing for the muscular jocks, and I couldn’t resist the opportunity to rub shoulders (and more) with them.
As I made my way through the crowded house, I couldn’t help but notice the hungry looks the guys were giving me. I could feel their eyes on my curves, and I knew I had their attention.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
This spooky season I was thinking back to when I was in my early 20’s and it was Halloween night and my girlfriends and I were excited to go trick-or-treating together. We had all dressed up in sexy costumes: I was a naughty nurse, my best friend Jessica was a witch, and the other girls were a sexy cop, a devil and a French maid. If we got any candy, that would be great. But we all had something else in mind too.
As we walked from house to house, giggling and knocking on doors, we noticed that many of the dads who answered were wearing masks. But these were no ordinary masks for Halloween. These were masks that concealed some of the hottest men in the neighborhood, who had a twinkle in their eyes as they looked us up and down.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I awoke this morning with the strangest sensation – everything felt different. As I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed, I realized with a start that my feet touched the floor without even dangling off the mattress. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around in confusion. The ceiling seemed much closer than usual. Perplexed, I stood up slowly and made my way to the bathroom mirror.
I gasped in shock at my reflection. Towering over the sink and toilet, I had to duck my head to avoid bumping it on the ceiling. My usual petite frame had transformed overnight into that of an Amazonian giantess, easily 12 feet tall! I pinched myself on the arm, wondering if this was all just a bizarre dream. But the sensation was real. Somehow, impossibly, I had grown to gigantic proportions while I slept.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
Hello all my sexy and pervy Candy Girl lovers. I’m hosting my very first game night this coming Wednesday, October 23 at 9 pm EDT and you could win a FREE 15-minute call with a Candy Girl!
Halloween is my favorite holiday so my game night will have a trick or treat theme to tempt and tease you for an about an hour on game night! I’m going to send you on a very delicious scavenger hunt for information on the Phonesex Candy website and the girls’ bios. Either from memory because you’re totally obsessed with one of us lovelies, or because you are are a very quick with those typing fingers, join us for a fun night of getting to know the best PSO’s around.