Category: fetish phonesex

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

“See me after class” my professor whispered in my ear. I knew what that meant. My pussy got instantly wet. I was so excited to see what he had in mind. After class he told me that I needed extra credit. Hehe. I love it when he tells me that. He had me bend over the desk. He pulled up my skirt to have a peek. I guess he wanted to see which panties I was wearing. Which was a white lacy thong. “Mmmmmm” was his reaction. He smiled and spanked my ass. Then he told me that we would have to save that for next time. “I only have half an hour to get these papers graded before my next class. So we are going to have to multitask. Get under the desk” he instructed me. I was so happy to. I love sucking his cock. It turns me on so much to see and feel how hard I can make him. It’s so satisfying to make him cum so hard that it shots down my throat or all over my face. Sometimes it even hits the underside of the desk. Then it comes dripping down all over me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Listen up, because I’m only going to warn you once: don’t fall in love with me. Trust, you can’t handle all this.

I see the way you look at me in lecture, undressing me with your eyes. I know you’re thinking about all the filthy things you want to do to this 20-year-old college pussy. Newsflash – the sex is actually that good. You won’t be satisfied with any other girl after me, I guarantee it. Once you get a taste, you’ll be obsessed.

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Quack & Wack

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Hey babes. Do you like to quack while you’re wacking it? Because I want to tell you all about a very hilarious and pathetic loser I talked to last week. First, guy slips into my dms and says he’s in a duck blind. Being a sophisticated urban dweller, I was like, what the hell is that? He told me was duck hunting and sent me a selfie confirming where he was.

I started laughing my butt off and and teased him about how he couldn’t even go a few hours without putting his hands on that gooner cock, squeezing and stroking it. Even in the middle of Mother Nature!

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Mommy's Panties Make You Cum

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

My son went away to college, and the house was quiet without him. I had so much less cleaning to do, and everything was always where I left it. Honestly, I missed the chaos of being a boy mom, but it was nice to relax for once. I was so excited when he came home for spring break, but I didn’t expect the new type of chaos we would encounter.

The first day he was home, I showered after the gym, and the panties I had laid out went missing. I assumed maybe I had dropped them on the way to the bathroom, or maybe I didn’t grab them like I thought I had, so I let it go and grabbed a new pair. Then, each day, the same thing happened. Even the sweaty pairs I put in my hamper went missing, too!

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diaper

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watched as you wiggled your way into the diaper I’d laid out for you. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin spreading across your face as you looked up at me. “You know I’m just going to end up wetting this thing, right?” you said, your voice dripping with playful defiance. I crossed my arms, a stern look on my face. “Well, then I suppose you’ll be needing a spanking, won’t you?” I replied, my tone firm yet teasing. Your eyes widened, a flicker of excitement passing through them before you nodded, biting your lower lip.

I led you to the changing table, guiding you onto your stomach. I ran my hand over your diapered bottom, feeling the soft material beneath my fingers. “You’ve been such a bad boy,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. I pulled the diaper down, exposing your bare ass. I brought my hand down, spanking you, a sharp crack echoing through the room. You squirmed beneath me, a soft moan escaping your lips. I continued to spank you, each smack sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I could feel my pussy growing wetter with each passing moment, my breath

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BBCuck

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna was on a date with her neighbor. She didn’t think much of him, after all, he was very meek and very shy. It took him a year to attempt to ask her out, and when he did so he stuttered and dropped all of his mail on the ground. She reluctantly said yes, and chose the date and time to pick her up. She also chose the restaurant which was anything but cheap.

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Accidental Roomies

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Transferring to the university so late in the year meant I had to take whatever room was available. For some strange reason, there was a typo on my registration forms stating my name as “Alex,” not “Alexus.” That’s how I ended up in the boy’s dormitory as your accidental roomie. There is nowhere else for me to go, so I really hoped we could make it work.

Of course, it was awkward at first because you’ve never lived with a girl. Or a girl with a cock. I could tell it made you so curious.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Let me spill a dirty little secret that’s gonna make jaws drop faster than a dude’s pants when he sees my 20-year-old goods. I’m the proudest owner and manager of the tightest, hottest pussy in the game, and lemme tell you – I ain’t proud of being a homewrecker (I got a sweet side too, I swear!), but hear me out on why us youngins just can’t resist being every man’s ultimate temptation.

See, when a bro is choosing my slick, supple slit over his dried-up old lady’s wrinkly hole, can you really blame a girl for lapping up all the attention? It’s like, thanks for your service, granny, but you just can’t compete with the fiery passion that only a naive little co-ed like me can offer! I’m not just any bourgeois bitch, I’m the total package – I got that college girl je ne sais quoi that’ll make your man weak in the knees and begging for a taste.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It started when my neighbor, Steve,  knocked on my door and handed me a sleek black box adorned with a red satin bow. “A little Valentine’s Day treat for you,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I thanked him and opened the box, revealing an assortment of gourmet truffles. They smelled divine, so I popped one into my mouth and savored the rich chocolate melting on my tongue.

Little did I know, those decadent treats held a secret ingredient – a potent aphrodisiac potion that would change everything. Steve must have slipped it in when I wasn’t looking! Later that evening, there was a knock at the door again. It was Steve, this time wearing a sinful grin.

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knee

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

You see the scar on my left knee? Let me tell you how I got it. We were in the heat of the moment, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. His hands roamed over my silky coffee-colored stockings, a fetish of his that I had come to embrace. “I fucking love these stockings,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “They drive me wild.” He slid out of me, his dick glistening with my arousal. I gasped as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

And then, with a swift thrust, he plunged into the back of my knee. The sensation was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. A mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down my spine. “Fuck, yes!” I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of our bedroom. But as he continued to thrust, I felt a sharp pain shoot through my knee. “AHHHHHHHHHH…it’s popping out!” I screamed, my voice laced with panic. He stopped immediately, concern etched on his face as he helped me to the floor. “We need to get you to the hospital,” he said, his voice

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