Category: adult phonesex

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Being a naughty girl thrills me. Tonight, you’ve taken me out to a fancy dinner. I’ve dressed to tease you. Something tight, sleeveless, and it show’s off more cleavage and thigh than you can stand. At first, you thought it was sexy that other men would be oogling your arm candy. It made you feel like the big man on campus to have such a sexy fucktoy at your side, but now, your cock is hurting.

We’re halfway through the appetizers, and when the waiter turns to leave, I tug the neckline down to flash you a supple tit. I can almost feel your groan from across the table. Giggling, I cover back up and act as nothing has happened.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

“Fuck.” He grunted as he trailed his fingers down the center of my panties. “You’re more than ready, huh, baby?” His fingers carefully slipped under my panties, and he pushed two into me. I felt his thumb holding John’s helpful toy in place as he pumped his digits in and out of me. My body arched, and I cooed in pleasure.

“More,” I begged like a whore.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Awe, Saturday. The first day of the weekend. It passes so quickly, but there is one way to make the moment linger. I like to wake up late on Saturdays, often in a lover’s bed. Tangled between a stranger’s sheets, waking to the early afternoon sun warming my naked skin. If I’m lucky and I’ve picked my lover correctly, then he’ll be prepared to spoil me.

Brunch in bed, a delicious way to start the day. Sitting up slowly, I pull the soft covers against my naked breasts, and there it is. Just as I hoped, right where I expected. The breakfast tray is positioned diagonally at the end of the bed.

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thighs

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

Thunder thighs are sometimes thought of as wobbly, meaty thighs but my strong legs are the real version of thunder and lighting. Because when they come together, I crush whoever is caught between them. It’s crazy how much crunching a man between my legs can turn him on.

The other night, a larger man came to me asking for just that. The thunder treatment. He wanted to feel helplessly trapped between my toned legs, and I was going to give him precisely what he wished for.

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Calling all my adorable and naughty diaper lover boys!  Whether you like being little or whether you simply enjoy some diaper play, sweet Zoey is here for you.  I love to be your auntie or even your sweet young mommy Zoey.

Do you need a new diaper?  Come let me change you.  Such a special and intimate thing for us to do together.  Cleaning you up and making you feel fresh and smell so sweet.

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Best Mouth

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.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

You’ve been CAUGHT! Every time I leave you home alone, my panty drawer is all messed up when I come back. My undies are ruffled as if they’ve been handed and folded back hastily. They are all out of order and mixed, thongs and cheekies piled with the boyshorts and gstring. Not at all like I organize them when I do laundry. Sometimes I even think I’m missing a pair or two. I know I’m not crazy; it had to be you.

Only I couldn’t prove it until now. I’ve caught you with your hand in the panty drawer, little boy.

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Lecture

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

The good-looking man at the podium appeared to have everything perfectly prepared for his lecture. His sexy glasses slid down the bridge of his nose while he thumbed through some papers while the rest of the students settled in. I was happy to have arrived early for a front-row seat.

The professor began his lecture, and I felt his eyes find my long legs. He cleared his throat, a feeble attempt to focus; I wasn’t about to let that happen.

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Girl

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

The car sputtered to a stop a hundred miles from the nearest gas station. Hell, I hadn’t seen an exit in I don’t know when. The desert stretched out in front and behind me for as far as I could see. The late afternoon sun beat down on my back as I stood in front of the car with the hood open, looking down at who knows what.

There was no smoke billowing from the shut-off engine anymore, and everything looked exactly the same as it had last time I glanced in here. Of course, it didn’t help that I didn’t know what I was looking at then either. With a heavy exhale, I slammed the hood closed and leaned my ass against it.

Not a cloud in the sky or a car on the highway. My cell had no service, and I was royally fucked. I glared up at the sun, knowing as hot as it was now, soon it would be freezing—the curse of the desert. I needed a way home, and I needed one fast.

Sweat beaded down the back of my wife beater and soaked into the waistband of my daisy dukes. I pushed myself off the hood and kicked the dirt. Maybe I should start walking? That seemed like a dumb idea but the only option at the moment. Hanging around here with a busted-ass car wasn’t gonna do me no good. I grabbed my keys, locked the broken-down car, flipped it off, and started back toward Las Vegas.

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Hole

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Yes, I hear you. You’re a submissive looking for a Mistress. You want someone who will guide you and control you. Love you? Well, fucker, you are half in luck. I want to use you as just a hole for my strapon. Awe, you can cry tears about how sad you are that I refuse to love you when I’m stabbing my thick strappy down your throat.

I will just assume you are crying from the horrendous gagging I’ll force upon you. Trust me; it’s better this way. If I thought those tears were from my squeezing of your heart in my tight fist, I may not even have the desire to throat fuck you.

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