Category: deviant phonesex

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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Caught Sneaking: Daddy knew I was sneaking out of the house, but he didn’t know what I was doing when I went out so late at night.  He didn’t want to confront me until he knew what I was doing and where I was going.  So, Daddy waited until I snuck out one night and carefully followed me.

Daddy followed me to the local adult bookstore and watched me duck inside.  He waited until he thought I might be safe and settled in whatever I was doing in there.  When he opened the door, he watched my jean covered ass slip into a back room.  Daddy asked the helpful attendant what was in the backroom and was told for ten bucks he could find out for himself.  So, Daddy paid the fee and entered another door pointed out to him by the store attendant.

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Girl Fight. Recently, I was in a phone sex girl fight to win over a big thick cock. He had a girlfriend waiting in a hotel room and came down to the bar where this hot blonde MILF was prowling around. When he sat next to me at the bar, I let him buy me a few drinks while we flirted. Then he dropped the bombshell that he was at this conference with somebody else. I told him I could give a fuck less, and the biggest smile spread across his face.

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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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Sitting on the bleachers watching the football team practice while working on my calculus homework, my mind drifted off.  What did it drift off to?  That’s an excellent question.  The answer would be I was fantasizing about fucking the football team.  All of them, at the same time, like a challenge.  I was trying to focus on a multiplication property derivative problem when the quarterback came up and leaned on the railing.  Him and I had fucked before, and I had let him know about wanting to be shared with a whole group of sexy men.  Grinning at me he told me to meet him in the showers after practice because he had a big surprise for me.  He planned to watch me fuck the entire football team in the showers when the coach released them.

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Naughty School Girl

SUZIE 1-844-33-CANDY x 263

I’m not too good at school but I’m good at being a naughty school girl slut!!! I’m only passing classes because I let my teachers do whatever they want to me. I also fuck the nerds that do my homework. I willingly give some ass to pass class!

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1 844 332 2639 ext 283  Pandora

I’m a backdoor Milf Whore, ready to give you the anal experience that you deserve. I’m not like your wife or girlfriend who only likes to give you back door access on special occasions (while bitching the entire time about how much you should appreciate it.) I want to spread my stinky starfish and feel you penetrate and pump into me like the MILF slut I am. My ex-husband wasn’t really into it, and it’s something that I’ve been trying out since my divorce.

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blackdivaphonesex

HONEY 1-844-332-2639, extension 300

If you can’t handle a high maintenance bitch, you might want to step off now. All you guys who say oh, that girl is too high maintenance, etc. That’s so lame. Do you really want a low maintenance chick? A girl that has no self-worth or doesn’t invest in herself?

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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.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

I have this friend who is always asking me about my sexcapades. He is so curious and always ends our conversations with, “Wow, you’re pretty and all, but I don’t think I could ever do something with someone with a dick.” He thinks he’s slick, but I can spot a faggot a mile away.

It was past time to make him see the error of his thinking, so I took him out for a bar crawl. The whole time I took shots of water while he downed the devil’s nectar. As his lips started loosening, I knew there was room for my cock between them. But that wouldn’t be enough to convince him he was gay. I needed to get him double stuffed.

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