Category: deviant phonesex

Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

I found the perfect house that I just had to have for myself.  Last month, I found myself in the market to buy a new house.  The realtor showed me several houses that would fit my needs.  But then, she showed me the most beautiful house that met all of my requirements and needs.  I told her I needed to sit on my decision for a day to make sure it was definitely what I wanted.  When I called her the next day, she informed me that someone else had made an offer on the house I wanted.  I couldn’t have that!  There had to be something I could do to change the seller’s mind and sell me the house instead.  When I went to talk to him, I knew that a kissing seduction would work on the man who stood in front of me.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

It had been a couple of weeks since the mysterious client captivated my curiosity. I still had no idea who he was. He sat in a dark corner so I couldn’t see his face. For some reason, I was so intrigued and drawn to him. So much so that I slipped deep into fantasy while I was on stage. In my mind, I was giving him a private dance. But when I opened my eyes, he was gone. And I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind ever since. It’s crazy to think about someone you don’t even know.

Then out of the blue, just as quickly as he disappeared, he reappeared. Again, he sat in the back. So I couldn’t see his face. But I recognized his choice of designer suit. He got my heart and clit going pitter patter once more. This time I didn’t take my eyes off of him. I didn’t want him to be able to escape again. But somehow, he did. He is quick, slick, and swift. I couldn’t believe it. He was so mysterious. I started asking the other girls if they knew who he was. But no one did.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Did you know my favorite thing ever is to give you JOI while I’m also fingering this tight, 20-year old hole? I just had the BEST JOI phone call and had to tell you about it. Seriously, please goon for me.

I leaned back against my pillows, fully nude, and spread my legs wide. The cool air of my dorm room made my skin tingle. “First things first, I want you to get comfortable and take out whatever you need to stroke your cock for as long as I say so. Today, I’m in control.”

I started slow, teasingly rubbing my hands up and thighs, savoring the sensation. “Remember, you don’t get to cum yet. You’ll know when it’s time.” I moaned softly, my fingers tracing the edge of my panties before slipping beneath.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I followed Francie reluctantly though the forest.  It wasn’t the hike through the forest that protested.  Rather what she lead me through the woods to find that I had an issue with.  “What makes you Vampires and other monsters are real, Francie?” I asked in exasperation.  We’d been hiking for hours without even a hit of this elusive cave she insisted existed out here.  She dismissed me with a wave of her hand and looked down at her cell phone with a curse.  “Damn it, I’ve lost signal. I know I can still find it though.” Frannie proclaimed.  I just rolled my eyes and continue to follow her over the roots and through the surrounding trees.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stood tall, arms crossed beneath my ample bosom, surveying the trembling forms of my loyal subjects. They knew better than to meet my piercing gaze directly, their eyes cast downwards in deference. “Bow down, my little worshippers,” I commanded, my husky voice dripping with sultry dominance.

One by one, they sank to their knees before me, faces pressed to the cold floor in supplication. I have deemed them unworthy to gaze upon my radiant glory. I savored the sight, a delicious thrill coursing through my core.

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Schifoza

☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏

Ronnie was on his way to play outside when he overheard Mommy Anna in her room. She was talking loudly and began swearing in Italian. Suddenly he heard her yell the word ‘’Schifoza!’’ which for some reason, sounded like music to his ears. As he took off out of the house, he began to repeat the word over and over in an effort to memorize it.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there obedient faggot, you don’t like it as sweet and sensual as my sissies do.  You like it a little more real and rough.  It’s not necessarily soft and prissy when it comes to faggots like you.  Because you know what you are and need a more in your face reminder.  So, you need to be ready to get down on your knees whenever and wherever I tell you.  My faggots give on demand blow jobs to any and all of my friends.  I expect my faggots to be obedient at all times.  So, my faggots are ready to drop to their knees or drop their panties at a moment’s notice.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.

My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”

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friend

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Dirty Auntie Anna decided to surprise her naughty nephew. She had missed playing with him and fucking him. She thought it would be fun to drop by unannounced, and so she left the bar she was at, slutty as ever and prowled her way to her nephew’s doorstep.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I strolled hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, Ethan, through the sprawling orchard. Rows of knobby apple trees stretched before us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. We had arrived early, eager to beat the crowds and savor this idyllic fall morning together.

As we wandered deeper into the orchard, a strange, pulsating rhythm began to filter through the branches above. It sounded like a primal chant, growing louder with each step. Ethan and I exchanged curious glances, our hearts quickening in unison.

Suddenly, a burst of carnal moans replaced the chant, sending shivers down my spine. We rounded a bend in the path, and the scene that unfolded before us was nothing short of surreal.

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