Category: deviant phonesex

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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Needy Little Cock Tease

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

My Dad’s best friend, Rick, thinks I have no idea how horny he is for me. He tries to play it cool and hide his boner every time I prance into the room, but it’s so obvious how weak he is for me. Last night, he was over our house, drinking and playing music in my Dad’s garage. I’m supposed to leave the boys alone while they are playing, but I was bored. I poked my head through the doorway and wiggled my fingers at my Dad, who rolled his eyes and set down his guitar. “What are you doing, Kayla? It’s a school night, you should be in bed.” I pouted out my lips and slipped into the room, wearing my tiny PJ tank top that hugged tight over my growing breasts and showed a lot of my tiny midriff. The matching PJ shorts were a touch too small, and the bottoms of my buttcheeks peeked out under the short hems. I folded my hands together behind my back and swayed side to side, batting my lashes at Daddy.

“But you guys are playing so well, can I just sit and listen for a little bit?”

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I ain’t one to gossip, but Lord have mercy, I got myself into a right ol’ pickle last night! Name’s Jackie, y’all, and I’m a cup-a-coffee-over-a-size-10 kinda gal, blessed with curves that could rival a ripe peach basket. After knockin’ back a few too many margaritas at Sue Ellen’s, I decided it was high time to mosey on home. Called up that Uber ride-share thangy, and before I knew it, I was sittin’ in the backseat of a sleek sedan, my skirt ride-high and my panties drenched with anticipation.

Now, this driver, bless his heart, was built like a Greek god – chiseled jaw, smolderin’ eyes, and arms that could snap a two-by-four in half. I ain’t proud, but when that man’s hands brushed against my thigh, I felt my lady parts throb like a honky-tonk on a Friday night. Next thing I know, we’re pullin’ over on some deserted road, the headlights castin’ shadows on his chiseled features.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.

As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”

His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.

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