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Lonely Trucker PHONESEX! Feeling lonely and horny, what a girl to do? I decide to open the hookup app and look for my next prey. Hey there, lonely trucker.
ME: Where are you?
HIM: I’m close!
ME: I hope you mean in distance!
HIM: lol! I’m only 10 miles away!
ME: Good, can you leave now?
It thrills me to be an unsuspecting ball buster. Look at this smile! Doesn’t it just scream president of the PTA? Soccer Mom of the year award over here, please! My smile and kind eyes lull you into a false sense of security. I’m a cupcake baking, snuggle giving, ball wrecker. And you’ll never see it coming.
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I was sitting in my backyard enjoying some sun in my bikini and trying to soak up as many rays as I can while summer is still here. I put my headphones in listening to some music. Fun in the sun Phonesex
Zoning out into the music, I feel like a little tickle on my leg, thinking it’s just a grass blade I don’t even bother to open my eyes. Just go back to the tunes. Continue reading “Fun in the sun Phonesex”
So met this dude for coffee the other night, turned into a lot more than coffee. I didn’t realize that coffee dates could turn into a face-fucking, ass-raping, twink fest.
That man was a cock worshipping little sissy bitch. He was 6’3 and full body of muscle. I couldn’t believe it went there. I didn’t think this manly man was in love with cock like I was. He Loves Cock Phonesex
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Your cell phone is where you keep your whole life, isn’t it? Your secret porn stash, your bank account, your social media. Wouldn’t it be a shame if someone stole it and used it against you?
I invited one of my guy friends over for a night of sexy fun, though he didn’t expect what kind of fun I had in mind. As soon as he arrived, I asked him to strip. You know, horny boys will do anything to cum. He got naked faster than I could blink. I had him lay down, on his back, across the fabric ottoman in my living room. Then, I tied his hands together and secured them to the leg of the ottoman he rested on. Next, I stole his phone.
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Kayla Cumsalot @ 18443322639 ext 357
He wants it rough, he thinks it scares me but he doesn’t know I crave it. I need him to hurt me and make all the static go away. He stands before me as I kneel for him. His cock is so hard it looks angry. The purplish, WEEPING HEAD longs to be in my throat. That’s where I want it too.
I’ll be his good girl.
Summer’s in full swing now. My pool isn’t going to clean itself and I sure as fuck am not going to be the one sweating my ass off to add the chemicals to the water and wash the sides of that deep, deep pool. Felicity is in need of a little cabana boy. One who’ll serve me hand and foot while I rest outside by the crystal clear waters he’s maintained so well.
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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270 and Morgan 1844-332-2639 x 236
If you don’t request dick tasks from Morgan and me, then you are allowing your prick to be useless. It should be put to work, no matter the size. No one likes a useless dick. If it can’t complete any of the chores we assign it then at least your humiliating failure will serve as entertainment for us.
Entertain us, we love it!
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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
One of the Alpha men I play with struggles to keep the betas at bay. His aura just breeds followers. It’s funny to me to watch sissy boys throw themselves at his feet. My poor Alpha can’t even stomach the thought of giving a faggot the pleasure of his abuse. Because of that, he’s agreed to teach me to abuse the bitches for him.
Kayla Cumsalot @18443322639 EXT 357
Giving my all to you is easy. I know you’ll take care of me. That you’ll PLEASE me and ABUSE me in all of the ways we’ve come to like. I’m bound for you, laying on my back with my arms tied above my head. My ankles SPREAD WIDE and buckled into thick leather cuffs. I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.
I watch you prepare our session and it’s making me squirm against my restraints. You give me a dirty little smile as you flick the match head against its box. The FLAME dances to life and the room is filled with the scent of the match. It makes my skin PRICKLE knowing soon, I’ll be able to feel that heat.