If you know me, you know how sweet and innocent my voice can sound. Now, imagine that sweet little voice saying all manner of dirty things to you. Come and listen to me talk dirty just for you. Listen to my sweet filthy mouth saying things you probably didn’t know I knew how to say. My high sweet voice makes those things even naughtier because they are coming out of my mouth.
TOM 1-844-332-2639, extension 342
Daddy’s home and you know what that means – You love to stare at my big cock don’t you? Imagining what it would be like to be well hung with a big sausage like mine. You’ve been craving big alpha dick all day while doing your “wifely” duties. Your boy pussy has been tingling all day in anticipation of me finally coming home after work.
Hey there, you! Yes you. I’m the new Mistress Next Door I need you to take my boxes upstairs. Oh, you do not know? I am Gigi, your new neighbor from 221B. Just moved in so I could be closer to campus. I am about to graduate this year and thought this place would perfectly fit in my plans.
Do you think I am hot? I saw you staring at me all the way up…do not be shy, I like sweet boys, come here, let me help you. Let’s take off your jeans, you won’t need them anymore *giggles*. Ooh, what do we have here? You are so hard…so fast. You are dirty naughty ***. I touch your cock with my fingertips, flying over the head, giving you very light tickle to increase your sensation.
Hey sweetheart, I am Gigi, your university classmate, who has same schedule as you. I sit right in front of you, so all day long you looking at me, watching without break. You look on my tits when I turn around and ask you for a pen. A little drop of sweat sliding down between my hills and you cannot stop staring at this.
Your dick gets hard when I bend over the table to grab professor’s handouts. I have sweet tight ass, love to dress it in mini skirt so everyone will try to have a look underneath it.
I am a lot into BDSM style, although, I am a switch, I love to be daddy’s girl. There is nothing better than feel a nice firm hand on my butts. I like when you pull my hair, bite my neck and squeezing my boobs. My favorite position is when you take me from the back, lift up my skirt and crush your dick into my tight and very hot pussy.
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TOM 1-844-332-2639 ext. 342
Dick Comparison Contest. Come on dude, lay it out next to mine. Let’s see who’s is bigger. There’s only one catch. The loser has to suck the winner’s dick – every fuck boy’s dream, right? We both know there will be a clear winner. My dick never disappoints. You might as well concede and get to work. It’s not like this dick is gonna suck itself. So, don’t just give me lip service. Suck it, bitch.
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Hi, my name is spencer, and I am a fuck me silly doll. I am always horny and ready to be fucked silly. You can live out your wildest fantasies with your fuck me doll. As a doll, my only pleasure is draining cocks for their cum. It does not matter the size, shape, or color. I like them, white, brown and black. I will take them all like the fuck me slut I am. Continue reading “Fuck Me Silly Doll Phone Sex”
Monica 844-332-2639 x 229
I was finishing my late shift at the café, where I am working during summer holidays. I was locking the door when somebody grabbed me from behind and shut my mouth. I was dragged in a dark narrow alley, where was pushed me towards the wall. I was trying to turn around, just to see that it is you. We did not see each other for few weeks, I can feel how hard you are through your pants. You dick pressed against my ass and you pulled my skirt up. I feel you hard breathing near my neck, you still pull my hair and press into the wall. I am so horny, my pussy became wet almost immediately, I cannot resist your strength.
One hand in my hair and one went up in order to squeeze my tits. I love when you play with my nipples, it hurts just a bit, but gives me so much sensation and electricity. Your hand travels down to my panties, lightly touching my clitoris, rubbing, doing a circular motion, making me moan to loud so you have to tighten your grip on my hair, to shut me up. Continue reading “Make me scream your name Phonesex”
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Working for Mr. Smith used to be really boring. The same old nine to five, typing all day, getting him coffee and lunch, listening to his dull conversations on the phone day after day. It was enough to almost make me feel bad for him. Almost.
One day, I heard him talking to a business acquaintance about how boring and awful their wives were. I’ve seen Mrs. Smith before; she’s put together nice enough, not quite like me, but who is? Poor Mr. Smith hasn’t gotten a chance to stretch Mrs. Smith’s cunt in years. Instead, he’s been forced to hold onto the distant memories of what her throat felt like and the texture of her wet tongue lapping at his aching, married cock.It wasn’t long into their marriage that Mrs. Smith stopped giving up the goods and just started taking them. Mr. Smith is a sucker; he keeps her in a fancy car and beautiful clothes, all in the hopes she’ll spread those legs once more.
He knows that I am cheating; I can tell just how he looks at me in the morning. But is it my fault, or is it his? I am a hot twenty-year-one-old. I deserve to be fucked like a slut and treated like a whore. My stupid parents arranged this marriage because he was well off. That may be true, but as soon as he drives away, I will be having my pussy pounded by the hot black house manager. He is so muscular, and he has the biggest cock.he definitely knows how to fuck my cheating pussy. I didn’t plan on being a cheating slut. Continue reading “Cheating Horny Wife Spencer Phonesex”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
A girl like me doesn’t get stood up, so I was baffled as I waited at the bar for my date. I should have known better than to tempt fate with an impending disaster by agreeing to a first date on Valentine’s day. Some things just shouldn’t be done. The dimly lit bistro had gone all out for the holiday. Beautiful red roses accented every table, and candlelight flickered between the sets of lovers who were sharing a quiet, intimate meal.
I rechecked my phone; no text, no call, not even a status update from my would-be gentleman caller. “I’m sure he’s stuck in traffic.” The handsome bartender remarked while refilling my champagne glass, obviously reading the confusion on my face. “That has to be the only reason a man would be dumb enough to keep you waiting.”
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