Category: GFE Phonesex

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Before the world wake ups—some of the dirtiest thoughts hit before the sun even rises. That’s when the real freaks come out to play. When your body’s aching from a dream that made you bite your lip in your sleep… yeah, I know that feeling.
Lucky for you—I’m always available before the world wakes up.

You want to roll over and slide right in without a word? You can. You want to call me while your cock is rock hard under the sheets, or while you’re soaked through those panties? I’m here. You want to tell me every nasty thought running through your mind while you stroke it slow, or while you ride your own fingers? Baby, I’m listening.

I want your morning wood. I want your sleepy, raw, unfiltered need.
You don’t have to hold back with me. You don’t even need to say hello—just let me hear how good you sound when you cum before the birds start chirping. That’s my favorite kind of wake-up call.

We can keep it slow and teasing, or you can fuck me half-awake like you’ve been waiting all night for it. I’ll bend over the kitchen counter while the coffee’s still brewing.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Drinking on control was the game. The forbidden cocktail of power and pleasure. It started with a clink of ice in a glass—innocent enough. Sweet. Fizzy. Just a little too pink. But tonight wasn’t about innocence. He told me to drink. I didn’t ask what was in it. That was the game. Consent whispered in the background of every command, every glance, every touch. I had agreed long before the first sip. The rules were known. The limits were drawn. Safe words tucked neatly behind my teeth, just in case.

The liquid slid down my throat like silk, warmth blooming in my chest. One drink became two. My cheeks flushed. Body loosened up. Thoughts, always so sharp and defiant, started to melt into something… pliable. He watched. Always watching. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?” he asked, fingers curling around my jaw. I nodded, unable to lie. My body was betraying me—in the most delicious way. Every sensation was amplified. Every word he spoke sent shivers across my skin.

He made me stand. Made me bend. Made me stay. The room spun slowly, like a carousel of lust. His voice was the only anchor I had, commanding and calm, telling

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Hairy Twat

Posted 1 month ago by Trinity

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Last night was unforgettable. I ate a whore’s hairy twat last night and I loved it. She creamed and squirted all over my beautiful caramel face. I decided to try out a lesbian bar not too far from where I lived. I had noticed it before but was a little hesitant. After a few minutes of scoping the scenery at the bar, I locked eyes with a fine slut. Big boobs, small waist, round ass and tresses that hung at her shoulders. I waved my hand, inviting her over.

We talked, laughed, danced, took shots and before I knew it, we were in the bathroom stall. I had her leg pinned up on the toilet seat. My face deep in her vanilla hairy fuck hole. I finger popped her asshole while I shoved my tongue in and out her bushy sweet cunt. “Hmm fuck yes don’t stop! I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck Trinity!” Her legs were shaking. She was pulling my hair. I did not want her to cum yet. This pussy was so good but I was making her weak. “Cum for me bitch!” I demanded. “Uhhh yes!! Yes!” Exploding in my mouth, I was drinking every ounce of Continue reading “Hairy Twat” →

 Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

That lucky little Irish fuck is going to be running amuck in just a few weeks, and this year I’m going to catch him. I’ve been doing my research; see, I thought leprechauns stole from people to get those big ol’ pots of gold, but that isn’t true! They are humble little cobblers, like shoemakers! Though they can not resist the temptation of collecting more and more gold. They spend all their time either stitching soles or finding abandoned gold.

So if I catch me a leprechaun this St. Patricks day, I’ll not only make him grant my three wishes (They have to, it’s a thing), tell me the hidden location of his pot of gold but I’ll also lock that little man up and make him cobble me up some of the hottest new heels for my delicious feet.
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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The cheating wife was a title I took on proudly. The neighbor was going to be my secret the I was going to take to my grave.

Ain’t nothing worse than a woman scorned—except a woman bored. And I was starving for some action. I had the house, the ring, the man—hell, even the luxury SUV with the custom plates. But all that meant nothing when my nights were as dry as my untouched lace panties. My husband, Derrick, was too busy chasing deals to notice the heat burning between my thighs.

That’s where Jason, my neighbor came in. The young bull next door, all muscle and cocky smirks, had been watching me too long for it to be innocent. And one day when I caught him shirtless in his driveway, sweat glistening, gray sweatpants hugging his print just right—I knew I wasn’t the only one hungry.

One night, when Derrick was on a “business trip,” I took a bold step. A silk robe, barely tied, and a knock-on Jason’s door at midnight. His eyes dragged over my body, lingering on my parted lips. “You’re good, Trinity?” His voice was deep, teasing but with a slight concern. Why was I in Continue reading “Cheating Wife: The Neighbor’s Secret” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

There’s something undeniably thrilling about steamy car sex—fogged-up windows, secret rendezvous, and the rush of getting caught make every parked and pleasured moment unforgettable! “Ugh fuck me baby! Fuck me harder big daddy!” The windows of the car fogged up as he was fucking my black tight pussy doggy style in the back seat. “Damn Trinity, this pussy feels so good!” I threw my head back, arched my back, and tightened my pussy muscles around that gigantic black dick. It felt soooo fucking good. I had missed him so much. He was gone on a business trip and left my pussy dripping wet days before.

He was pounding my big bubble ass and I was loving every minute of it. “Oh yes daddy! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!!” He shoved his rod deeper inside my chocolate pussy.He put his thumb in my asshole and pulled my hair. He knew that was my weak spot. “Cum on daddy’s dick Trini come on!” He pounded my ass harder and harder. I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could hear people walking by probably wondering why a Mercedes Benz was parked on the side of a busy Walmart

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Bahama Mama Cum Guzzler was the name I was given during my 3-week stay in Bahamas. A black whore like me loves to have all my holes filled with that creamy cum. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. Every hole. My deep throat guzzles all that cum down every night. I love when my tight pink pussy is creampied too. Men love when they can breed my black cunt. The last few men I was with craved for my asshole.
The best cum eating night I had was after one of the pool parties I attended during my recent vacation. I met some white guys at a cabana pool house club who was looking to drop their load after a very long flight. Luckily my room was next door to the pool deck, so we didn’t have to go far. “I’m in room 405 fellas. Meet me there.” I placed my spare hotel room key in the pocket of one of the guys. Before I knew it, they were in my room, and I was walking out of my bathroom shower with just my towel on. 4 guys and I was up for the challenge. I dropped my towel exposing Continue reading “Bahama Mama Cum Guzzler” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Hey there, sexy! Let me tell you a little secret – I’m the perfect girlfriend for you because I’m not your wife. Yeah, you read that right.

See, I know your wife just doesn’t get it. She’s too caught up in her busy life to really see what you need. To understand what makes you tick. But me? I’m different. I know exactly what you crave, even if you don’t say it out loud. I can see it in the way you look at me when you think no one is watching. How your eyes linger just a bit too long. And trust me, I’m more than happy to give you everything she won’t.

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Kayla 844-33-CANDY EXT 357

My snow pants were wet from where I’d been sitting in the snowbank, watching Jake try to figure out how to balance on his snowboard. I curled my gloved fingers in front of my mouth. Trying to blow hot air on them to try to warm them up. We’d been out here for hours trying to enjoy the fresh powder, and we hadn’t even gotten off the baby slopes.

Looking over towards the bigger trails, I longed to be over there. I wanted to glide down the mountain while leaning my weight back and forth. Such a freeing feeling but no. Here I sat in the mother fucking snow, watching Jake fall to his knees over and over. “Wanna give it a rest?” I ask hopefully. We came up here for a romantic weekend in the mountains at a luxurious ski resort but should have just stayed in bed. He shook his head and muffled something about almost having it. Sure, he did. A tall, lean snowboarder with colored goggles sped down the piste and skirted the snowflakes to stop right in front of me.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

There’s nothing more natural than sex.  It’s a fun biological need that we should all enjoy in our own ways.  However, I know way to many people are raised to feel guilt and shame around their sexuality.  That’s where I can help!  Consider me your personal sex therapist.  My goal is to reprogram such unfortunate souls to embrace the joys of sex.  I crave to help them unfurl their true and deepest desires.  You’ll learn to let go of all that negative programming.  Sex isn’t wrong or immoral.  I mean, it might get dirty but it isn’t dirty in the way those nay sayers mean.

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