Category: phone sex

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The silky robe slid off Melanie’s shoulders into a puddle at her feet. I leaned back against the porcelain tub and felt the bubbles bursting against the underside of my breasts. The warm water wrapped around me, and when I spread my legs to make room for her, I felt the rush of sensations licking at my core. She lifted a leg over the edge, and her pointed toes dipped into the surface. I reached my hand up to help her balance herself as she lowered into the bubble bath. She turned slowly until her back met my tits and then melted into my body.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I was having a grand time shopping the other day when I came across a store I had never seen before. Babies & More it read in soft pastel letters arched above the entryway. I expected to walk in and find a candy shop; but what I found instead was even more delightful. Plush carpet welcomed me to a perfectly decorated interior that was designed just for little ones. I gravitated to a shelf loaded with diaper cream, bubble bath, lotions, and Hypnotic Baby Powder.

Grabbing the bottle, I take a closer look at the label. On the surface it looks like a standard bottle of baby powder. The same white plastic exterior, the pale pink shaker on top. It was turning over the bottle, and reading the back, did I start to truly understand what Hypnotic Baby Powder actually was. I felt a wicked grin take over my face as I loaded my basket with every bottle they had on the shelf. I couldn’t wait to get home and stash my find…

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Tonight I’ll be the masterpiece in your mind!

I’ve always wanted to be the centerpiece during an art class. I found the right class on the right night. I’m going to be turned into a Goddess on the outward, which we already know I am on the inside. When I arrived at the class, I went inside and was guided to the pedestal. Standing sounds gruesome though, so I requested to lay down on my side in a very suggestive pose, and that request was granted.

I got down in my position and here’s where the fun begins. They requested that I strip nude because they were going to cover me in gold. Two big men walked up to me with huge buckets of gold paint and proceeded to dump them ALL over my body. The paint landed on me and then slowly dripped down every inch of my body until I was covered from head to toe.

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Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Let me tell you about my caramel cream pie lover. He loved filling me with his load. The night we met, I could feel his eyes drinking in every inch of my hot, young, caramel-toned body. My movements were slow and deliberate as I strutted from the bar past him to an empty table near the corner of the crowded club.  The lights were dim, and the music was blaring sensual tunes that stirred the imagination.  My long-toned legs crossed as I made myself comfortable, rocking softly as the tall, handsome stranger grew nearer. His voice was low and deep as he leaned down to speak, “Is this seat taken?”
He pointed to the empty chair beside me.  I flashed a flirty smile as I extended my hand towards the chair, “It is now. Join me.” He sat and introduced himself, maintaining eye contact while giving me a brief rundown of his name, age, and dating status.  I returned my information, and he grew even more intrigued. “What is a hot, young, sexy girl like you doing single?” he chuckled in disbelief. “Maybe I have more fun this way.” I teased, twirling the tiny straw around in my half-empty drink slowly before bringing it to my lips, sucking away the liquid, giving him a show.

 

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Threesome with My Son

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

“Trey!” I hollered over my shoulder as I rode the faggot pipe under me. He was denying what he was, but I felt his cock twitch inside of me at the sound of my boy’s name. We’d bumped into him in the hall on the way up the stairs to fuck, and I saw all I needed to see. This boy was craving big black cock, and I knew someone who could deliver.

“Yeah, Ma?” Trey’s deep voice entered the room from behind me. I kept bouncing, letting my boy see my massive titties wobble.

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Foot Fetish

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I find myself walking around in full lust mode lately. It’s probably the moon or the fact that Spring is almost here. But every single man I encounter becomes a potential fantasy for me, especially a foot fetish fantasy.

Since it’s getting warmer I was out sandal shopping and what sort of creature should stumble onto my path? A gorgeous shoo-in for Prince Charming working at the shoe store. What could be more perfect than to have a sexy man like him putting new spring sandals on my feet? He took extra care. More than normal. He was savouring my feet. Loving them. Caressing them. So I knew instantly this handsome man had a serious foot fetish.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have this friend; let’s call him Ralph. He’s a very needy man who often has me rolling my eyes at his desperate requests for attention. However he is great at eating my pussy, so I often just give in. Typically after he’s made me cum a few times with his skillful tongue, I let him climb between my legs, acting as if he can actually get me off that way. I can’t feel him, and he thinks humping me like a jackrabbit is going to make things better. I’ll let him cum inside me just so I can watch him clean up the mess. But not today. Today, I was feeling a bit bratty myself and denied him his own orgasm. That’s right, the sweet cum slut Danika Denied an Orgasm.

I could hear his breath hitching as he yanked at his protruding member, that resembled a thumb more than a cock. His hand seemed big and clumsy, and he protested when I told him he would be Denied an Orgasm tonight. Gently asking him why he deserved to come made him scramble to answer, the look of humiliation at the question coloring his face, making me smile. Continue reading “Danika Denies an Orgasm” →

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Who doesn’t love a good back scratching during a passionate fuck session. I know I love feeling those nails dig in as they start at your shoulder blades and scrape their way down your back. But what’s even more fun than feeling it is the one DOING it! The way the flesh feels under your fingernails as YOU’RE the one scratching. Anyways, I’m getting ahead of myself here.

My friend Dan came over and wasted no time undressing and jumping in bed with me. I’m a young lady and I can’t just turn it on like a light switch. He had to seduce me and have a bit of foreplay. He didn’t seem to mind. I started by straddling him and riding his cock. As I rode his rod, he reached up behind me and slid his nails across my back. It made my pussy wet, but I said, “If you’re going to keep scratching like some kitty, I’m going to have to tie you up.”

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mutual masturbation phionesex

Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467

My panties are so sticky and wet right now, I have the desperate urge to masturbate, but it’s just no fun touching myself alone! Mutual Masturbation phone sex just makes it so much hotter, and the orgasm much more intense! think you could help me solve my problem of needing someone to experience the pleasure alongside me? Grab some lube, your favorite toy too if you have one, and let me walk you through milking your cock and listening to your moans as I get myself off.
As you please yourself, I’ll be on my end, my finger circling along my tits, down my stomach, to my panties. Rubbing along outside the material, feeling the wetness soak through, before ushering them to the side and sliding a finger in. Listen to me fuck myself as I tell you how much I want you, how I need you so right in this moment. And it’s true. I love mutual masturbation, phone sex. But it only makes me cum as hard as it does because I truly want you that fucking desperately.

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Driving Jon Home

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

As most of you know, my schedule is a mess. It can be so difficult to nail down some Kayla Cumsalot time. Now, ideally, when I’m stroking you off, I’d like you to be at home. Comfortable and alone. Somewhere, where there are no distractions, and you can focus solely on me. However, we don’t live in an ideal world, do we? Work and family can keep you from putting your hands in your pants for me, and we have to be flexible and adjust.

That’s why Jon calls me while he is driving home from work. A fifteen-minute drive with lots of traffic lights. And because I’m kind of a bitch and want my dumb sub toy to be safe, he is only allowed to stroke when stopped at a red light.

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