Category: erotic phonesex

knee

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ll never forget the night I got my scar. It was a typical Friday night, and my boyfriend, Jack, and I were in the mood for some fun. I wore my silky coffee-colored stockings, knowing how much they turned him on. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with desire. Jack groaned and pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body. We started to kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew I wanted him inside me.

We moved to the bed, and Jack started to undress me. He slowly pulled off my shirt, revealing my bare breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more. Jack then moved down to my skirt, pulling it off along with my panties. He kissed his way up my legs, stopping at the back of my knee. He ran his tongue over the silky material of my stockings, making me shiver with pleasure. “I love these fucking stockings,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. I moaned in response, my pussy aching for him.

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like

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Like what you see?” I ask, teasing you. “Fuck, Amber. You have no idea,” you reply, your voice husky with desire. You reach out, your fingers tracing a path along the exposed skin of my chest. I shiver, goosebumps rising on my arms. You lean in, your mouth close to my ear. “I could spend all day just playing with these,” you whisper, your breath hot against my skin. I laugh, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom.

“Well, why don’t you then?” I suggest, my voice dripping with suggestion. I strip off my top, my breasts bouncing free. You waste no time, diving forward and capturing one in your mouth. I moan, my head falling back as you suck and tease my nipple. Your other hand comes up, cupping my other breast and kneading it gently. “Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in your hair.

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Kayla's Little Lesson

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

His left arm sat between my tits, with his palm resting against my right shoulder, pulling my back against his chest while I squirmed and panted. He hooked his feet beneath my knees to keep them forced open. No matter how I tried to twist or shift, his body held mine down for his little lesson.

“Shh, shh,” He cooed in my ear when my spine tried to bow and my thighs trembled. “Relax, baby. The more you resist, the harder this little lesson will become.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice as I whined. My fingers curled into fists on each of his thighs. Bunching the fabric of his pants. He’d been teaching me how not to orgasm so quickly. At least, that is what he said he was doing; instead, it felt like he was driving me into madness—one swipe of his finger at a time.

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Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

What a wild night. One night a sweet, older gentleman client invited me over to his place after my shift at the club. I agreed. He’s a shy, quiet guy. I figured he was probably just lonely. He probably just wanted to hang out. And talk. He never seemed interested in a private dance. He didn’t give me a sexually active vibe. But he had been a regular member of the club since I’ve worked there. Maybe it just takes a lot of work to get him worked up. I was either in for a long night of hearing his stories. Or a long night of trying to get him off. All of a sudden, I was regretting and dreading it. But I knew he would ultimately make it worth my while. They all do. The club doesn’t put up with members that are rude or take advantage of the girls.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Baybeee, come closer. I have a little secret I want to share with you. When we’re getting intimate, I imagine my big juicy titties wrapped around your head as you worship them… Does that sound crazy to you? I’ve been dreaming of suffocating you with my massive melons for so long now. To feel your face completely concealed between my pillowy soft breasts, gasping for air while you motorboat my cleavage. Mmmm, the thought alone makes me tingle!

My babycakes, I know you adore my girls. The way they spill out of my lacy bras, just begging to be squeezed. Well imagine them squeezing the life out of you instead! Hehe, oh, the twisted games we could play together. I’d lean over you in bed, letting my boobs dangle tantalizingly above your face. Then WHAM! Planted right on your head like a big titty helmet.

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Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I can cum to the sound of your voice” he whispers. “It’s sexy and sultry. And it makes my dick so freaking hard. You don’t even have to be saying anything sexual. It’s just your voice. No one has ever had this effect on me before. How do you do this?” He whispered. I giggled. “No, I’m serious. Your voice echoes through my mind. And I keep getting drawn back for more. I can’t stay away. I’ll be sitting in the middle of a business meeting, and your voice will keep playing through my mind like a broken record. I can’t stop it. No matter how hard I try. And my dick will literally start getting hard. Just at the thought of your voice. So I sit in meetings getting harder and harder. By the time it’s finally over, I have a huge, obvious boner in my pants. It’s so embarrassing. Because my coworkers are probably wondering what on earth or who during the meeting gave me a hard on.”

“That’s when I go back to my office. I lock the door and close the blinds. Then I call you.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This past weekend, I waltzed into an exclusive charity gala at a grand mansion, dressed to the nines in a scandalously tight red dress that barely covered my ass. The dress hugged every curve, my tits practically spilling out of the low-cut top. I was on the prowl for a wealthy sugar daddy to wine, dine and 69 me.

As I mingled and sipped champagne, my eyes locked with a silver-haired gentleman who looked like he could buy a small country. Not the sexiest man, but money is the best aphrodisiac. He introduced himself as Marcus, a “venture capitalist” – code for trust fund baby. I made sure to bend over extra low to refill his glass, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage.

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landscape

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Your hands reach out, exploring the landscape of my body. They trace the curve of my hips, the indent of my waist, and finally, they find their way to my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips as your fingers graze my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I watch as you lower your zipper, freeing your thick, hard dick. It’s a sight that never fails to make my pussy ache with need. I step closer, pressing my breasts against your chest, our skin slick with anticipation. “Fuck, Amber,” you groan as I take your dick in my hand, guiding it between my breasts. The sensation is mesmerizing, both for you and for me. The feeling of your hard length sliding between my soft mounds, coated in a sheen of sweat, is unlike anything else. I look up at you, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze as I begin to move.

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1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

In the quiet hush of the night, your friend’s house is a sanctuary of slumber. I, Mercedes, a teen vision of youth and petite allure of the age of 14, find myself ensconced in a sea of blankets. You, the father of my friend, are supposed to be far removed from this scene.

A shift in the air, a subtle change in the ambiance that sends a thrill down my spine. You stand at the threshold of the room, a silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Your eyes find mine in the dark, a wordless exchange that speaks volumes.

“You’re a naughty girl, Mercedes,” you whisper, your voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “Coming into my house, tempting me like this.”

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you're

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch you through the gap in the curtain. I’m standing in my bedroom, completely naked, my body flushed with excitement. I can see you clearly through the window, your eyes fixed on my body as you slowly stroke your cock. You’re wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, your thick, grey hair sticking up in every direction.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” you say, your voice low and husky. “Ever since I saw you bending over in your garden this morning.” Blushing at the memory, my pussy growing wet at the thought of you watching me in my favorite pair of tiny shorts and a crop top, my body on full display as I tended to my flowers. I knew you were watching me, and the thought made me so fucking horny. “Come over, Mr. Gillis” I say, my voice shaking with desire…“I want to suck your cock…Please.”

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