Mistress Collette — 1-844-332-2639 ext 383
I’m going to train you to cum on command. So get ready. Are you ready??? Unzip your pants. Pull it out. That’s right, pull out your little limp thing. Oh wow, you’re not even hard, are you?
Start stroking. Stroke HARD, stroke FAST. I want you to stroke so fast, that your hands are slipping off of your cock. STOP!!!! Continue reading “I Have Full Control Over Your JOI Phonesex”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Really? That’s it? I’ve zoomed in, I’ve zoomed out. Heck, I even squinted real hard, stood on one foot, prayed to the heavens and STILL can’t tell if that’s your dick or a zit. I’ve never seen anything so small, look so ready to burst. Do you need the number to my dermatologist or would you just rather I crush that little excuse for a whitehead? Right, I mean dick.
Buckle up, little bitch. You asked for small penis humiliation and I was happy to oblige until you sent the evidence of your situation and now I’m mad. In order for me to make fun of your penis, you have to have one.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh, hey, hi! It’s me, Daddy’s little chunka monka, Krysta! I’m new and ravenous for the sweet treat in your pants. My Daddy is away and this naughty princess is now at play. Like anything in life that you could over-indulge, when you call me up, someone is going to need a safe word and it isn’t me! Do you have one in place or should I pick one for you?
Make sure you pick carefully. I wouldn’t want our sexy time to come to an end before we are both satisfied.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
The jingle bells on this elf are heavy and full of cum for all you jizz loving sluts. I know you’ve been waiting for today. You’ve been watching my twitter, reading my blogs and jerking off to my photos all while being in denial about what a closet faggot you are.
No need to hide anymore, gayboy. You can ring my bells today and get a naughty picture sent to your email. A picture I’ve never shared before. I bet your little clitstick likes the sound of that.
TOM 1-844-332-2639, ext 342
That’s right, elf yourself. You know you can’t compare to a stud like me. That’s why you are the bottom bitch. It’s the classic Alpha vs. Beta. You know how this is going to turn out. You will find yourself wanting.
This Christmas is different for everyone. Social distancing shouldn’t really be a problem for you though. No one wants to get within six feet of you on a good fucking day. You are just aching to gobble down some cock for Christmas, aren’t you? You can’t even help yourself.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
He had a party to go to and this time he wasn’t going to go alone. It would be the first time he ever introduced me to his coworkers and friends. I’d always been his naughty little secret. Daddy’s dirty girl that he kept hidden from his normal day to day life but now I was going to have the chance to really show him how good I could be for him. How much I would add to his life if only I was allowed to come out into the light.
The Christmas office party was held on Christmas eve and a very formal event. Daddy provided me with his credit card and gave me permission to pick out my own dress. Not too revealing, he had said when he kissed my forehead that morning.
Continue reading “Daddy Takes Kayla To His Office Christmas Party Phonesex”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
We met at the gym. No, I wasn’t working out! I was going to the tanning booth. They let you have unlimited access to the beds when you have a gym membership, which I don’t but the guy manning the front desk lets me suck his dick for a little UV light time.
Anyway, the gym was where I met Mr. Hotstuff. He was tall, handsome, and covered in sweat, just the kinda guy I like to turn into a Daddy for me to play with. He couldn’t resist my giggles and pigtail twirling, he asked me out for dinner that night and of course, I agreed.
Continue reading “Mr. Hotstuff? You Mean Mr. Wetstuff Phonesex By Krysta”
Zoey EXT 403 and TS Alexus EXT 349
After a long day, you dropped into your bed, exhausted. Not even pulling the covers back, you fall into a deep sleep. We come to you then, in your sleep. Sensual little Sugar plum fairies. Welcome to the land of sweets. Every touch is delicate, and every taste is divine.
In your dreams, we dance along your skin. Up and down your thighs, creating a wake of sensations and arousal. Your body shifts as you sleep, and we move with you. Teasing our tiny fingers under your clothing to undress you slowly.
Giant Jugs Gianna ext 355 1844-33-CANDY Sweet Lovin Kayla ext 357
I really wanted my picture taken with Santa this year, but I was a little embarrassed to go by myself. Gianna is such a good friend; she said if I REALLY wanted to go, she’d accompany me, so I didn’t feel silly. We drove to the local mall and waiting in this super long line to sit on a fake Santa’s lap.
The wait was totally worth it though cus the Santa under the bread was really hot. When G and I each sat on a knee, he “ho ho ho” ed and wink at me. We smiled for the picture, and then that cheeky Santa said, “My lunch break is in fifteen minutes; I’d love to share a food court meal with you.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
On this day, many, many, mannnnnny moons ago… a baby Misterten was gifted to us. That baby grew into the most annoying stinker the world has ever known. However, as small people do, he grew some more. Into a sneaky, attention-seeking brat whose butt had to be paddled so often, his buns were more often red than pale.
Please stick with me; I have a point. After decades and centuries of growing up and gaining knowledge, that annoying little punk transformed into the darling Daddy we know and love today. Happiest of Birthdays to our dearest lover of kitten dancing, butt spanking Daddy Ten!