Category: fetish phone sex

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Haha you actually thought you had a chance with me, little dude? And you think your tiny little worm is gonna impress me? As if!

Let me tell you, I’ve seen bigger clits than the pathetic excuse for a dick you call a penis. Like honestly, are you even a real man? It looked like a shriveled up pinky toe! I almost felt bad for you, watching you try to stuff that sad little thing into my tight coed pussy. I had to FORCE myself not to laugh in your face as you fumbled around, trying to get it to even reach my cervix.

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Sexy Cougar

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love getting calls from guys who tell me they wish they’d had a sexy cougar like me next door when they were teenagers. I totally get it. If all the older women in your neighborhood were really old and just not sexy, then you totally missed out on an essential part of your teenage years.

Fantasizing about or even fucking the sexy cougar next door is something all boys should get to experience. If you didn’t get to have that experience, then you really need to call me so you can lie back, close your eyes, and let me make it happen for you.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I knew my professor’s wife was a bitch. But I had no idea how two faced she really was. Wow, she is so fake. I can’t stand people that talk behind other people’s backs. Especially when they don’t even really know the person. It’s like get a life of your own and keep other people’s names out of your mouth!

I overheard the other professors talking about how she accidentally hit “send to all” on her email. And everyone saw an email that was meant for just her closest friend/fellow professor. She was being so immature, and obviously jealous. Why do people take their own personal frustrations and insecurities out on others?

The professor that she was talking about is really sweet. I felt so bad for her. She didn’t deserve that at all. I could tell that it really upset her. I didn’t realize that women could still be “mean girls” at that age. I know karma is real and people always get what they give. But I felt strongly about standing up for what was right. I felt the need and urge to protect her. I wanted to help her get revenge.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You’re so pathetic and weak, aren’t you? All you’re good for is throwing money my way while you stroke your pathetic little dick, jacking off to my pictures. You think you’re worth more than that, but you’re not. All I see when I look at you is a disposable ATM. A cashcow that exists to bankroll my lavish lifestyle.

When you send me money, it’s not out of generosity. It’s out of desperation. You’re so infatuated, so obsessed, so utterly enthralled by me that you’ll do anything to catch my attention. Even if that means opening your wallet and letting me drain it dry.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I can’t stay away, no matter how hard that I try. You’re an addiction that I just can’t deny. I know it’s wrong. And I know that I shouldn’t. She’s already caught me more than once. And I know that she’s looking. I can’t believe that I would take this chance. I can’t believe that I am back here again. But even after everything that’s happened, I still can’t resist the attraction. I just can’t stay away, no matter how hard that I try. You’re an irresistible addiction, that I try so hard to deny. Even though I know that I have everything at stake. The urge to be with you is something that I just cannot shake. It’s stronger than I ever knew until now. I know she’s watching me. And that I’m playing with fire. But that just intensifies the unrelenting desire. You give me what she just can’t. No matter how hard she tries. I feel guilty but there is just no denying it. The passion is there between us. You know that I’m right.

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Football Playoffs Party

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Y’all know I love a good party, and I’ll use any event as an excuse to host one. Last Sunday, I planned a big NFL playoffs party at my house, with many friends expected to come over. It would be so big that I was anxious the morning of, running around trying to set up decorations and ensure all the finger food was prepared and ready to be served hot.

I was so busy running amuck that it took me so long to realize Baby Kevi wasn’t out of his crib by the time the doorbell rang. Cassey, Mary, and Taylor had come early to help me prepare everything, but Kevi wasn’t even up! I opened the door for the girls and told them to meet me in the TV room while I ran up to get Kevi. When I burst into his room, he was on his back in his crib, rubbing his wand over his soggy Huggies, and I sighed. “You STILL aren’t done yet?”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I heard Daddy complain about the lack of motivation for his employees in his company.  He said that right now, he just can’t raise people’s salaries.  But he wants to find a way to reward those who work hard and are dedicated to the company.  I told Daddy to leave it to me.  Because I knew exactly how to motivate the men in his company.  I asked Daddy to promise his employees a special appreciation day each month.  All I needed was an empty room and I’d take care of everything else.

Daddy seemed unsure at first.  But I told him that this was totally something I could take care of for him.  Daddy has so much on his plate running his company.  Let me be in charge of the HR department of employee motivation.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

The crush I have on my gyno was now undeniable. He stood between my legs and gently guided my knees down to the sides spreading me wide open. He lifted up my gown. My wet, throbbing pussy was so exposed under his bright, warm exam light. He looked up at me with that sexy grin and winked. I blushed again. I knew he could for sure tell now. How could I hide how horny and turned on I was by him? I couldn’t. He couldn’t take his eyes off of my horny, wet, teen pussy. He just kept staring at it while he opened up the drawer and grabbed something out. The look on his face turned serious and methodical. Without taking his eyes off my pussy, he said “I’m going to use the smallest speculum I have Rachel. You’re going to be fine. Just relax. I’m going to go very slowly and gently.” He sat down on his stool. His face was then inches from my pussy. Then he pulled the bright, warm lamp even closer to my pussy.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m so sorry to say this, but your title of Lover has officially been revoked, effective immediately. You are hereby demoted to a mere Clean-up Cuck.

You see, while you’ve been working so hard to please me, I’ve been secretly meeting my real lover – a virile, well-endowed stud who knows how to satisfy me in ways you could only dream of. And satisfy me he does, again and again, filling me to the brim with his thick, potent seed.

I know you thought you could handle my needs, but it turns out your little cock just wasn’t enough. Not compared to the massive, girthy rod my bull possesses. When he takes me, I’m stretched to my limits, impaled on his shaft over and over until I’m a quivering, cum-filled mess. My pussy is ruined for anyone else.

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wearing

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re wearing them,” you murmured, a smile playing on your lips, your gaze fixed on my legs. “You always know how to surprise me, don’t you?” With a mischievous grin, I led you to my house, the anticipation thick in the air. Once inside, you couldn’t resist the allure. You knelt before me, your hands tracing the path up my legs, your breath hot against my skin. The feeling of your stubble against the smooth nylon sent shivers down my spine.

“These make you feel so fucking sexy,” you whispered, your voice husky with desire. “I could hump your legs all day.” And so, you did. Your hardness pressed against my leg, the friction of the nylon against your pants driving you wild. The sight of you, lost in your own pleasure, was mesmerizing. Your moans filled the room, a symphony of desire that echoed my own.

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