TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
Yes, I know. The weather is changing but you pumpkin sluts need to slow down. Us summer bitches still have three more weeks to enjoy the pool and the hot, sunshine bronzing our beautiful skin. I love fall too but I’m not in a rush for the pumpkin spice boloney I’m not ready for the Halloween decorations to clutter everyone’s yard. Just slow down!
We waited all year for summer beach parties and poolside BBQ’s. Why do you have to rush for it to be over?
Mistress Pandora 1 844 332 2639 ext 283
A public pegging is what you require! I don’t know who you think you’re talking to, but I own your boy pussy. Because you ARE my plaything. Acting like you don’t want to get a silicone cock shoved up your ass is a very new behavior? Have you decided that today you’re going to be a man? Fat fucking chance fucktoy! You’re my personal pegging plaything and now I’m going to take you outside for the world to enjoy.
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
I just got back from the beach. A week of sun and fun at Panama City Beach aka The Redneck Riviera. So many hot guys and oversexed girls. It was a great little vacation. Of course I was rocking out the skimpiest of bikinis.
Sinful Serinda 844-33-CANDY (844-332-2639), ext. 394
Ever get lost like scrolling through videos on the internet? That’s what happened to me while I’ve been sick. Nothing better to do than sit and watch that “tube” site all day. Somehow I got sucked into watching camping videos. Just people camping in the wilderness. Set up a tent, cook, eat – good stuff. But then I found out about the hot tent and all I can think of is the hot times we could have in the hot tent. Allow me to explain.
Lori
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I still like teasing my husband as I use to before we were married. I’m a real tease. I love having him so horny for me he can’t wait to push me onto the table and fuck me. We love it outside. I’m sure the neighbor boy watches us from his bedroom window.
When we first got together it was a social taboo because I am a white woman and my now husband is a black man. Continue reading “Rock wit’cha baby phone sex”
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230
I’m sure you have heard of “The Great Pumpkin“. He seems to be fairly famous, but have you heard the legend of the “Perverted Pumpkin”? He is the wayward brother of the “The Great Pumpkin“. He is all about getting as much pussy on Halloween as he can. You see, that is the one night when he is set free to get his freak on.
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
It’s Fall, bitches! You know what that means – fall activities. My favorite is a dirty, motherfucking hayride. It will be a bumpy ride, especially with your hard cock in my hungry mouth. With each bump in the road, it forces your cock deeper down my throat.
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
I love being outdoors especially now that stupid school is out. Yes, I graduated. Summer vacation means lots of fun, lots of sex and lots of sex.
A bunch of my older brother’s friends were planning a camping trip this past weekend and I decided to invite myself. They always treat me like one of the guys, but I decided to cause a little trouble on this trip. The first night, I decided to go skinny dipping and as I stripped down to my birthday suit, jaws were definitely dropping. After my little evening swim, I emerged like the Venus rising from the sea.
Continue reading “Morgan’s Circle Jerk Camping Trip Phone Sex”
Sadie 1-844-332-2639 ext 222
The public, the slow, sensual, temptation is my undoing. The tips of your fingers brush against the small of my back as you casually stand just behind me. It’s funny how that brief, light touch can cause all my senses to attune to your presence, just that quickly. With a slight shift of weight on my heels, I can lean slightly back into your hand, feeling your palm spread its warmth across the back of my hip. Continue reading “Public Seduction Sensual Phonesex”
MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236
I was out mucking the stalls as usual. Looking hot as always in my cropped tank, jean shorts and Hunter boots. I made my way back to the barn and heard something rustling. I thought it might be a critter or something. Instead it was my motherfucking cousin. His name is Dustin but everyone calls him “Rowdy”. Well, “Rowdy” is about 6’2 and 220 pounds of lean ripped muscle. I had no idea how big his love muscle was, though I had fantasized about it many times.
Continue reading “Morgan’s Barn Loft Tossing Off In The Hay Phone Sex”