Category: fetish phonesex

Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Innocent teen girls. What a porn category! And with my face? I think I fit your fantasy perfectly. Big eyes and, cute smile. That’s what all the boys on here say I am. A teen that is barely old enough to be seen on here! But I love playing with you. I specialize in roleplays, and I do so many that prey on my pretty little face. It’s honestly barely a roleplay, I mean come on. Take a peek at this face. You don’t have to hide that you like girls like me. Certainly, not something I want you to hide when you’re with me.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I’ll be the first one to tell you I am a unicorn. Not just any unicorn, but a pink unicorn. My suit is one of a kind, custom-made, just for me. It’s tight, but not tight to my body. Plus, it has a unique sparkly silver horn, and the most amazing purple tail and mane.

Now I want to have a tea party and my guest list is very selective, only my pillow pals are invited. First, there’s Rick, he’s a blue fox. Then, there’s Courtney, she’s a red bird. Lastly, there is Tom, he’s a black jaguar.

Before I invited everyone over, I had to make sure everything was perfect. Starting to gather all my fine China and silverware, I set four places at my dining room table. First, I set out a variety of black and green tea. Next, scones and pastries. Lastly, milk, sugar, jams, and butter.

Courtney and Tom arrived first, together, in their soft suits. Rick the blue fox was the last to arrive.

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Knee-High Socks Make You a Sissy

Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

I was fucking this businessman for a while, and I always found it so funny when he would undress. There would be this powerful, masculine man standing before me in a three-piece business suit. Someone who dominated the board room and made employees tremble before him. However, he peeled off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, undid his belt, and pushed down his pants. There he was! In black knee-high socks and fucking panties!

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy thought that you were being such a good Sissy Slut for her. You had done everything Mommy asked. You had been whoring yourself out for mommy. But best of all, you went and hit the block every time mommy told you, as she was managing your client listing. After all of that hard work, mommy finally decided to take you shopping.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

You had your chance to give me pleasure.  Unfortunately, that tiny wiener just couldn’t stand up to my needs and expectations.  So, now it’s my turn to give myself the pleasure I deserve.  I’m taking matters into my own hands.  No, not in the way you might be thinking.  I’m not going to bust out my industrial strength vibe and give myself an orgasm that way.  I crave big hard cock and that’s what I’m going to get.  You and that itsy bitsy weenie are going to watch.  Because I gave you chance to please me and you couldn’t measure up despite your best effort, now I’m going to cuck you.

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Chasing New Heights

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

As he thrust into her yet again, she felt a new pressure building in her abdomen. Overwhelmed, her hands explore with a mind of their own. Skimming up his back, her navy blue nails drawing pretty red lines as her pleasure overtakes her. He continues to thrust when she pauses and stares into his eyes.

“I’m sorry it feels like…”

“Like what?” He asks.

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The Male Ego

Posted 12 months ago by Alexus

The Male Ego

Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

The male ego is such a fragile thing. They act so tough and rigid, but the truth is men are soft and sensitive. At the core, they crave to be owned and lusted after. They wish to be cared for even though that’s impossible for them to admit.

I love watching a man move past his ego and into a space of pure bliss. Like the dude, I fucked in a hotel on New Year’s Eve.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Okay, since you loved me breaking down those Canadian stereotypes, I’ll break down a few more. Let Jemma tell you all aboot Canada!

I just need to clarify one thing before I begin. I refuse to own the fact I say “aboot”. I don’t believe you. I will own the fact that I said Eh, but I refuse to believe I said aboot! Yeah, I’m looking at you, Daddy.

All Canadians Speak French 

False. Most Canadians do not speak both languages. Canada does indeed have two official languages, French and English. When I was in the professional world, I used to lie on my resume and claim I spoke French. In my defence, I was forced and did take it for 10 years. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t learn a single thing.

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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

One of my favorite things in the world is to surprise a guy by grabbing his cock from behind. When you’re still soft, and you can feel my breath on your neck. My hand, flat, over your pants, stroking up and down. It’s such a thrill, especially when I know you’re going somewhere public soon.

I get to feel every second of your soft penis slowly filling, expanding. Oh god, the slow-growing is so damn sexy. I get to feel, in real-time, the tangible effects of my ministrations—the effects of my work. You continue to swell, like the ever-rising tide, and I am as powerful as the moon. It’s my favorite feeling when you become engorged slowly under my hand. I know that means what is filling your cock has left your brain, and I’m about to take control.

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Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

It may be the middle of the winter, but there is just something so fun and undeniably carnal about a date to an ice cream shop. First, it’s a low-commitment kind of date. I know I can leave whenever I want, and I’m going to feel safe in a very public space. Second, it’s just a little gluttonous, but in a delightful way. Delicious fatty treats of my perfect favorite flavor. But it’s really about seeing what your tongue is capable of.

I will absolutely insist you get a cone. Secretly, it’s because I’m sitting across from you, judging you as you eat your ice cream. I’m wondering how that frozen muscle would feel against my searing hot clit. I need to know how that jaw is going to feel as it slides against my pussy as your nose brushes my button, and the tip of your tongue finds its way to the top of my sweet delight.

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