Category: roleplay phonesex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.

I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Joseph knew the rules about keeping his play area tidy after quiet time, yet the room looked as though a tornado had spontaneously passed through it. As soon as he saw me standing in the doorway, Joseph huddled in the corner with his hands crossed over his thick, crinkly diaper. It appeared as if he was trying to summon a look of false indifference, but we both knew he couldn’t fool Mama Cory.

Disciplinarian was never a role that I enjoyed, but it was an essential tether to the boundaries that kept Joseph and my other ABDL’s feeling safe and structured within their sessions. As I knelt down to his level, I could see his pulse in his throat, which was a clear indication that the initial bravado of his rebellion was rapidly fading into the realization of the consequences that were about to inevitably follow his actions.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Ronald is successful and entirely too confident for his own good. He sits alone at the mahogany bar, swirling a strong drink, vibrating with the kind of arrogance that begs to be shattered. What he doesn’t seem to realize (yet, anyway) is that I know exactly what men crave. They crave the illusion of control, right up until the moment I strip it away.

As I slide onto the stool beside him, his gaze instantly drops to my legs. I see the spark in his eyes and know that he’s looking at my shiny black pantyhose. As I shift my weight and cross my legs, the faint hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric is audible only to us. The sound mimics the tightening of a knot.

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Cock Tease

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love being a cock tease to all my foot lovers out there. You all must be excited since it’s your favourite time of year, sandal season. How hot is it when your summer is filled with sexy toes on display? Since I’m a naughty cock tease I wear sexy sandals every chance I can get to drive all the foot lovers in my town wild.

I love wearing sandals all summer and you have to admit that you’ve never seen feet quite as sexy as mine. They’re perfect for sandals, flip flops or even heels. But most importantly, they’re perfect for your cock. Close your eyes and picture them for me. My feet are petite, have high arches, are always super smooth, and make for the best foot jobs.

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Caleb's Fantasy Hitman

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I hate her,” Caleb growled as he shoved open the door. I followed him with soft steps. He dropped his briefcase and shook out of his suit jacket. I laced my fingers around his, pulling him in close to my body. Then lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his palm. Our eyes met, and my tongue swirled over the gold band on his ring finger. My lips parted, and I sucked his ring finger along my tongue. When my lips sealed around the band and my teeth grazed it from his finger, his dark eyes grew lusty.

“I’ll end her for you.” My words were syrupy thick after I spat the wedding ring across the kitchen, and his hands slipped around my waist. He tugged my body tight to his, and I could feel how hard his cock was at the idea.

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Legs Contest

Posted 1 week ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I stood center stage, as the hardwood beneath my heels vibrated with the roar of the crowd. My focus; however, remained entirely on the panel of judges. Specifically, after weeks of studying him in preparation for today, I was focused on Arthur Vane.

Vane may have been a leg contest connsoeur, but he didn’t care about muscle tone or athletic symmetry. It turned out, he had a singular, obsessive weakness…the tactile, liquid sheen of high denier hosiery. Here’s the thing, guys. The winner of the contest was to be awarded a 1 year contract with a top modeling agency, so of course I wanted to win. I needed it!

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You Were Made To Be Mounted

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

“Wait, I’m not sure.” The quiver in your voice makes my pussy wet. I love that you’re unsure and scared. My hand rubs over your back gently, and I moan. After you slipped that little secret curiosity about being pegged, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you. I’d convinced you to let me try, but still, you’re hesitant. “You’ll go slow?” You ask me over your shoulder, and I nod. It’s a lie. I have no intention of being gentle or slow once I break into your virgin asshole.

My hand slips over your ass cheeks, and I giggle when they clench. Then I cup your balls, kneading them in my hand as I purr, “You were made to be mounted, baby. Just relax.”

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Black Lover

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I love knowing that my little, white boyfriend is watching me with my big black lover. At first he was too shy to be involved but now he can’t seem to get enough of seeing the real pleasure on my face that only comes from a big cock.

He often stands quietly in the doorway, hands resting in his pockets, as he watches us from across the room. My black lover has me bent over, perfectly in line with his cock, making me beg for him. You can see the faint lines of tension in my shoulders with the anticipation of it all. And I love that when he slides into me it takes my breath away. Every single time! My boyfriend knows this sexual build up in me well as it’s the same before every cuck session.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Last night I went to the cell phone store for an upgrade. Brent, my sugar daddy/landlord, told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. He told me to get the latest version that I had been wanting so badly. I was so excited because I could’ve never been able to afford it myself. The store was really busy. The manager was working his butt off. He kept looking over at me like he felt bad that I had been waiting for so long. Then he finally got a break. The way he looked at me told me it was my turn. Then he walked over to me and asked how he could help. I told him what I wanted. And just like that he was headed to the back to get my new dream phone. I was tingling with excitement. Before I knew it, he was back with my phone. I watched as he opened it. It was so beautiful. He turned it on and asked me to log in so it could transfer the data from my old phone. All of a sudden my nude pics started flashing across the phone, one after another.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Here is the link to Macrame Obsession Part 1 https://phonesexcandy.com/macrame-obsession/#more-113988

The fan hitting my white sweat drenched dress was making my nipples hard. And the way it clung on to every curve of my body made it impossible to hide the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. To make things worse, I was so aroused by watching the instructor tie the knots, that I wasn’t learning how to do it. And now he was calling us up one at a time to test us on the different knots. I was mortified. My heart was racing. The only thing I could do was hope that I could see enough of the students do them that I learned how before my turn. I was trying so hard to pay attention but their backs were towards us so it was hard to see. And the knots were very confusing to me. I was so screwed. When he called my name, I knew everyone could see right through my dress. But at that point, it was my only hope. I thought maybe if I flirted with him, he would go easy on me. But I was wrong. He was not amused.

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