Category: horny housewife

Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

I see you across the dance floor. Young, barely out of your teens, so innocent and moldable. You are standing against the wall while I stand up from my seat at the table. Our eyes meet. You see a predatory gaze that enraptures you. Your heartbeat thumps in your chest, and I see you swallow nervously. I take a step towards you. The red 4-inch stilettos are silent because of the loud music. I pause, smirking at you. Daring you. You take a long, deep breath gathering your courage, and take a step forward. My smirk turns to pleasure, and that smile makes your heat quicken even more. As my long, sultry legs take another step forward. You match me, step for step. We meet in the middle of the dance floor. My hands wrap around your neck, pulling you close as I grind up against you, feeling the lump in your pants. “Good boy,” I speak directly into your ear. “Do you want to Dance with Cougar Rhonda?”

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BBC

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

A wife and husband’s marriage had gone cold. They used to fuck every day in the house, sometimes three times a day, but time had taken its toll on them. The husband begged and pleaded with his wife, but she just wouldn’t put out anymore. There was no time in between working and arguing. And her husband was having trouble getting it up.

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Horny Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Rhonda Needs a Good Hard Fucking. There it is. I’m blunt with what I want. Want to be my man? See, I’m married. My husband is tall, built, chiseled, and handsome. He also has a pencil-thick tiny dick. We were high school sweethearts. I didn’t find out until my honeymoon. And let me tell you, the disappointment was deep.

He begged me not to leave him, even dropped to his knees as he begged. There was something about seeing him on his knees, tears in his eyes, begging me. It’s like it flicked a switch in me that I never knew was there. So we made a deal. He didn’t realize that agreeing meant he should get used to being on his knees.

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

https://tlcphonesex.com/neighbors-drama-part-one/

It happened! The update you have all been waiting for with my poor sexless neighbors. The first part is linked above so you can remind yourself of what’s going on! Anyway, the wife came and knocked on my front door and when I answered it she looked desperate. She asked if she could come in for some coffee or tea. I made a pot and we sat down and spilled the long-awaited beans. It all started with her saying that I didn’t do anything wrong, but she needed my help with her husband. I agreed before she could even say anything.

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Phonesex With Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Today, you sent me to the spa to be pampered. They massaged and oiled every inch of me. The manicurist did my nails just how I liked them and then went to work on my feet. As she worked over one sole, I thought about how turned on you would be watching her take care of my delicate little toes.

She had me dip them into warm bubble water. The jets sprayed over the balls of my feet and along the arches. Easing out my stress before she even went to work on my feet. When she did lift my ankle from the pool, drops of water trailed down my feet to splash back into the water below.

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Horny  Rhonda 844-332-2639 ext 446

Think you can handle me? I’m looking for a Real Man Accomplice for a good hard fuck. I’ve had nothing but cucks, sissies, and faggots, for a while, so I need someone who thinks he can handle me as an equal.

My body craves touch. I am a sensation junkie, so I want those big, strong, manly hands caressing my body, cupping my tits, playing with my pussy. I want it hard and fast, so make sure you have a cock to please me. Anything less than 9 inches need not bother me. I want something big and thick. Something I’ll feel pounding into my guts as my pussy quivers and clenches you tightly.

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sangweech

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna had been hard at work in the kitchen making Daddy Ron a sangweech. She cut the bread so delicately, and made sure to butter it, she placed the slices of salami with love and care, and made sure to add provolone for good measure. She cut it in half, and it looked almost like a work of art, it was too perfect, like something you would see in a commercial. Daddy Ron came into the kitchen and slapped Mommy Anna’s butt while she was turned towards the sink in her apron and silk slip.

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naughty

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Daddy Ron had been neglecting Anna, and the more he worked, got busy and neglected her, the more she went flying into her lover’s arms. Finally, one night, Daddy Ron decided to surprise Anna on the way home from work, he showed up on time at home for dinner with her favorite flowers. He approached her in the kitchen where she was cooking supper for naughty Ronnie, and had the flowers hidden behind his back. He then grabbed Anna’s behind which was covered in her slip but exposed as her apron only covered her front, not her back, and him doing this made her scream.

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Spanking

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Little Ronnie had been eavesdropping at mommy and daddy’s door. ‘’Did you hear something?’’ said Daddy Ron. ‘’Yes, I thought I heard something but wasn’t sure if it was the wind’’ said mommy Anna. Just then, she got up from bed quietly and swung the door open. There was little Ronnie, running back to his room. ‘’Ronnie, what are you doing?!’’ said Mommy Anna. ‘’I was getting a glass of water mommy.’’ ‘’Now Ronnie, you know the stairs to go down to the kitchen are on the opposite end of the hallway, were you eavesdropping?!’’ ‘’I got lost’’ said little Ronnie.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

While in the kitchen a week before Christmas, Molly is setting up to make her famous Holiday cookies. Holiday music plays in the background as Molly sets out her cooling racks, bowls, utensils, and ingredients to make her famous cookies.  “Oh, biscuits! I am out of milk.” Thinking that she now needed to go to the store for milk. A frustrated Molly whips off her apron, and heads to her bedroom to get shoes and her purse. Molly mumbles to herself as she slips her shoes on and grabs her purse.  “Of all the days to run out of milk. I have asked repeatedly for that stepson of mine to add the food he finishes off to the list.  How hard can it be to tell Alexa to add milk to the grocery list? I don’t care if he is 20 years old, he deserves a spanking for showing me such disrespect.”  As Molly walks back towards the other side of the house to get to the garage, her anger builds over the situation. Just as she is opening the door from the house to the garage, she hears the front door open.  “Hey Molly, I am home.”   Continue reading “Milk Cookies” →