Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
You want me to what?
I was visiting my friend who lives in a co-ed dorm. I didn’t make it into the school I wanted to go to, but spending the weekend with her makes me feel like a cool, smart college girl. She has an early class on Monday mornings; we had to cut our partying short on Sunday night just so she wouldn’t be too hungover. However, she said I could chill in her room and wait till her class was over. Then we’d find trouble!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Guess who’s got the best mouth in the south? Kinky little Krysta does. I have a tad bit of a reputation for the ways I can twist up my tongue. You’d be amazed how many wiggles a tongue can wiggle with a mouth fulla dick. But, that terrible little daddy issue I have makes my desire to please men color my mind. I’m almost blind with the desire to make you cum in my mouth.
By Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext. 410
On lazy days when I have no obligations, I like to hang out on public transit and see how many stranger handjobs I can give. With everyone having to wear masks now, it can be even more fun. I start in a seat all by myself, somewhere near the back of the bus.
Watching as men of all ages get on and off. Some stare into their phones and never notice me, while others seem to sense my desire. I wear tiny little skirts so I can open my thighs as an invite. Showing off my panties is a good start to getting those stranger’s dick hard.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
So you consider yourself a movie buff? Think you know all the cool facts about old and new scary movies? Prove it, Tuesday night in the phonesexcandy chatroom. Nine PM EST. Log in, vote, and get ready to play. We’ll be having a fun little trivia game (FREE TO ENTER), and the winner receives a sexy or spooky (Maybe both) Fifteen-minute call with their choice of the candy girls who attended the game.
I’m looking forward to seeing one of you guys steal the show and earn the spotlight! However, this isn’t a handout – You better earn that phone pussy – The first player to guess correctly will get the point.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I didn’t expect to feel it, but I guess the best connections are like that. The haunted house had all of my nerve endings on high alert, but it wasn’t the shock of you sneaking up behind me that felt electric. It was just you. When I looked up at your gory, messy makeup-covered face, a thrill tangled around my clit.
You looked dangerous and tempting. I wanted to give you whatever you’d ask of me. But, instead, you pushed me against the wall. My friends squealing in terror, all ran off without me.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I was lying on my bed reading a book when I heard the faint sounds of his truck. The ice cream man was in my neighborhood. I hopped up out of bed and darted down the stairs and outside to the street. Looking up and down, listening for the twinkling sounds of his music for which direction he would be coming from.
A few more seconds passed as I listened and then I saw him! The big white truck with the pink ice cream cone on the top rounded the corner at the top of the street. No one was following him as he drove slowly toward me. I started jumping up and down. Waving my arms as my big tittles flopped this way and that.
By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Cocky boys are the best to break. That big, alpha swagger crumbles so beautifully when bound the correct way. For example, after the game last night, I asked the quarterback if he wanted to celebrate his win in a new way. With a sexy smile, he threw his arm around my shoulder and said he was done for anything.
Like any all-American football player, Jacob was what I would describe as “sturdy.” Jacob’s big body was built for dominating, and he did, on and off the field. However, tonight, I was going to have my way with him.
By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Things weren’t looking so good for this mean girl. I’d been on the warpath. Messing up boys and tormenting them for my pleasure. Well, someone ratted me out to Daddy, and he was MAD! He’d always told me girls were supposed to be sweet and submissive.
Not bossy and mean. He’s told me so often that girls like me are meant to be little cum rags who obey and pleasure men without being asked. Well, that shoe wasn’t really fitting, and I was over being treated like a doormat. But, of course, I never told Daddy that. He wouldn’t have cared how I was feeling about it.
By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext.410
Not all CBT is the same. I love nothing more than hearing a boy hurt himself for me. Oh, that’s a lie. I like watching it on cam more. Then I know he is following directions, but I’m jealous!
I have this friend who also loves to cause boys pain. She called me up the other day to brag about this boy she’s been busting up. The way she hurt him made me ache to do the same! I need a pain slut STAT!
By Mea Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I hate babysitting, but I love money, so I agreed when my Dad’s friend called and said she needed someone to sit with her wimp of a son while she went to an interview. Her boy is only a few years younger than me, but uber dum. Super irresponsible and still can’t wipe his own ass.
But he’d never admit that.