Sweet young Mommy Zoey has a unique sweet little and dirty clean-up boy. He likes to hide in Mommy’s closet while I enjoy a nice big cock or two or three. My little boi’s clitty gets very hard when he watches Mommy play with all her big sexy friends. When I moan and scream and squirt, it makes him squirm in his hiding spot. I hear him whimper as he watches those huge cocks pound into me and until they fill me with that thick creamy cum my little boi craves just as much as I do. If you listen carefully, you can almost hear him licking his lips in anticipation.
Category: phonesex
Office Fun w/ Laylene & Baby Tami xoX TorrenceXox (844-332-2639) ext 415
It’s the middle of the work day just about time for Laylene and I to get our baby girl Tami dressed. We have the cutest outfit picked out for her. A Pretty little pink dress and a matching diaper cover to match. Laying baby Tami down, and getting her situated in her diapy, then dressing her with her pink little dress with some frills and ruffles. She’s totally adorable, and now to top it off with her matching diaper cover, and socks with the tool around the ankles, now my baby girl is styling. Bringing out her pony for her to straddle as we prance her through the office. All the girls are going to be so excited to see how pretty she is! Let’s have some office fun with Laylene & Baby Tami. Continue reading “Office Fun w/ Laylene & Baby Tami”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
This teen babysitter is looking for some new babies to watch. Are you one of them? I see you’ve gone potty in your undies again. Your mommy told me that you’d tell me when you had to go. But clearly you didn’t do that. Were you just too embarrassed to tell me you had to go? Because you’re a man and you should be using the toilet?
Well, your mommy might be lenient with you, but I’m not. You need to learn to go to the bathroom like a big boy or you’re going to be a diaper lover for the rest of your life. And who wants that? Only babies wear diapers and you’re not a baby are you…? Let’s find out!
Wednesday 11/9/22 at 9 pm EST is game time! Who wants to play chatroom chess? I hope you know the grid set up for the chess board! Who thinks they can beat me??
Ok… I’m joking… we’re not playing chatroom chess. HAHA
What are we playing though? Kinky Scattegories. It’s super easy and super fun and I won’t take all your pieces with my knights.
Sylvia * 844 332 2639 * 428
Carnie Fun is something we all enjoy in the fall of the year in most cities. I made my trip the weekend. The excitement of the lights, the music, and the smell of food. Walking around taking in the exhibits you can usually see many people you know but I was surprised when I walked by the Ferris wheel ride. There he stood, six foot two lean tee shirt and blue jean clad blast from the past. “Miss Sylvia” he called out to me. As I am walking over to him my mind is flashing back to all the fun we had when this stud was growing up. Everyone remembers the first time and the first time with him was well worth remembering. He had come over to go with my son to a rock concert at the local civic center. My son was already gone. Continue reading “Carnie Fun”
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I have a caged loser husband who really drives me crazy! Not too long ago, I caught him in a very compromising position. See, he’s always had a problem with jerking off too much. Even with a hot wife like me who puts out more than just occasionally, he kept on jerking off ALL the time.
I started to wonder if he was a sex addict and I told him that he needed to stop jerking unless I told him he was allowed. It had started to affect our sex life, and I wasn’t about to be fucked less just because he couldn’t keep his hands off his dick.
Continue reading “Let Me Tell You About My Caged Loser Husband”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Days turn to weeks, and weeks blur into months, and we get caught up in a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home. Force ourselves to work out, have dinner, then pour ourselves into bed. Rinse and repeat. But when I’m with him, time stands still. It waits for us. As if nothing could be more important than the space we share. It’s like we could fall back through time.
I walk into his bedroom to find him already in bed. His body is beautifully sculpted but tense. The monotonous routine has taken its toll, and he’s in need of release. The soft cotton night dress I’m wearing brushes against the tops of my knees as I near the side of his bed. His gaze has tracked me since I entered, but he hasn’t moved. Always so patient. He savors the details. My hands rest over his pecs as my left leg swoops over his hips in slow motion to straddle him.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My sex drive is higher than my friends’ and obviously higher than my husband’s. I mean, I’m on the phone all day, fucking my brains out with dildos while making strangers cum, and it still isn’t enough. So it’s a good day for me if I can talk him into fucking before bed. Most often, I want a round two, and he’ll eat my pussy or finger fuck me until his dick is hard again, but even after pumping me full of a second load, I’m still so horny.
When my husband rolls over, I open the file on my phone. The file full of videos callers have sent me of them jerking off to pictures of me. After pushing my earbuds into my ears, my hand slips down between my legs to begin rubbing my sensitive pussy. I flick open the newest video and glance at my husband’s sleeping face.
I love pleasuring a pierced cock. There’s something exciting about a man taking off his pants and boxers. Then surprising me with a big ring through the end of his cock. The way it glints in the lights of the room is like a calling beacon. Calling me closer until I’m kneeling in front of him. My face as close as I can get without touching yet. I look at it from every angle seeing the way it slides through his flesh and stretches it there. Imagining how it will feel against my tongue when I finally give in to the urge to explore it with more than just my eyes.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I see there’s a convention in town later this month. And that can only mean one thing, time for me to find a new outfit and heels to show off at the hotel bar across the street from the convention center.
I used to book a room, but that became redundant and boring. Much more fun to have a bed riding on seducing a convention goer into bringing me back to his room.