MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
I know you are wondering why I am fucking all of your friends, even your enemies but not you. It’s simple, stupid. You are not the kind of guy who gets the hot girl. You lack self-confidence but most importantly you lack a decent sized dick.
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Regression to Little Boy Part 1
When I pulled the naughty little regressed boy over my knee he begged and kicked his little legs, “Mommy, please no!”
“This is for being a bad little boy. Naughty little boys get bad boy spankings over their mommy’s knee.” I reminded him.
Continue reading “Mommy Zoey Regression to Little Boy Phone Sex Part 2”
All I have wanted to do since I went on vacation this last week was to actually head back into work were my sexy boss Brittney is. Working under her command in Victoria secret has been some of the most fun I have ever had!
Since our little run in in the storage room. Where she backed me into a corner shoving her hips into my face making me tongue fuck her panties while she ground into my face with full force.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
I may be a day late but I will never be a dollar short with you oink boys running around. I know, I know. Yesterday’s holiday isn’t ACTUALLY about Paypig’s but you have to admit it would be fun to have your own day. One where you just know you are expected to come out of pocket for everything.
I personally expect you to oink for me while giving up your cash every day but making you pay on a day meant for you just makes me giddy. Were you a good oinker? No? Then you better make up for it today little loser. March is a month meant for growth and opportunity. Take the opportunity to pay me now.
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ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 202
So many men have a foot fetish, but an Asian foot fetish takes it to the next level. There is nothing that can compare to my tiny, size 5 feet. Perfect toes and soft, silken soles for you to worship. What could be sexier? I love to wear strappy sandals out in public because of the reaction I get.
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Everyone is playing it. The newest, shiniest update to the latest game with the initials C O D. Almost painfully, this one is so spell bounding it can get boys to ignore me. That’s right, me, and my Heavenly Phonesex likeness being overshadowed by digi pew pew.
My “friend” Ted was holding us up from other fun and games with his millionth round of pew pew. That’s when I decided to have some fun myself.
~~~~Olivia~~~~844-332-2639 x 226~~~~
By now I’m guessing you know I like to be outdoors. My friends and I took advantage of the nice weather last weekend and went to the lake. My family has a nice little cabin there. My best friend; her husband and myself.
He is the shutterbug type. Hope you like this picture he took. After a few photos, we went into the lake for a dip. I couldn’t help but see how hard his cock was already. After playing in the water for a bit; I felt some hands on my ass. Seems as if my girlfriend had given him the go-ahead. to go after me. First thing I could feel was that hardness running up my ass cheek. Continue reading “Threesome Phone Sex”
Lori 844 332 2639 x 352
It’s only natural that the older generation teaches the younger. As I was maturing I began to think I would have rather be taught more than cooking, cleaning and washing clothes.
……and when I started dating I really wished someone had taken time to teach those wild boys how to fuck. Oh, there was a lot of slobbering and pawing but very few who knew how to help a girl have a good time too. Continue reading “MILF phone sex”
For the lowly, unmasculine, 2 cm, cuckold Femboi Phonesex little nothing out there. Your inability to please anyone has landed you right here. Your existence is best used as someone else’s cum rag, if that.
Don’t go crying about the harshness of a world you can never measure up too. These are the days you just need someone to take your hands and do what needs to be done: stripping you of the last vestiges of your so called manhood.
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Time felt as though it stood still. It felt like hours passed to get through those 30 swats and for me to count each swat out loud. I was sobbing and fighting the urge to beg him to stop with the increasing intensity of each swat. I knew that I would not be able to sit down comfortably for the rest of the week. Finally, though I cried out the number 30 after the hardest swat he had delivered throughout this phase of my punishment.