Deviant Phone Sex
You send me out hunting. For something small and delightful. A “cock jumper” I call them, for the way they make your cock bounce. But you’ve been getting a little greedy lately. Too much about you. Not enough about me. And you need me. If you walked up to the local school playground and started chatting up the girls you’d be surrounded by ten police cars in five minutes. You need me, so I set the rules. And today’s rule is our cock jumper gets one request.
I find her easily enough. Red hair and freckles, pale skin, thin legs, no curves, it’s like Pipi Longstocking and little ones n tiaras had a little girl just for us.
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