Category: roleplay phonesex

Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I guess it’s high time I share the tale of how my juicy ass earned its reputation round these parts. Folks round here say I’ve got the kind of cushion a fella needs for some serious poundin’ against my sweet pink pussy.

I remember the first time I caught our farmer boy neighbor, Jeb, eyein’ me up real good. He’d been helpin’ my daddy out in the fields since he was knee-high to a grasshopper, but there was somethin’ new in his gaze that summer. One hot July evening, after the sun dipped below the pine trees, Jeb came knockin’ on our screen door. He looked at me with them big, hungry eyes, and I knew exactly what he wanted.

“Well, what brings ya to our doorstep?” I asked, swishin’ my skirt around as I sashayed to the door.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Did you know my favorite thing ever is to give you JOI while I’m also fingering this tight, 20-year old hole? I just had the BEST JOI phone call and had to tell you about it. Seriously, please goon for me.

I leaned back against my pillows, fully nude, and spread my legs wide. The cool air of my dorm room made my skin tingle. “First things first, I want you to get comfortable and take out whatever you need to stroke your cock for as long as I say so. Today, I’m in control.”

I started slow, teasingly rubbing my hands up and thighs, savoring the sensation. “Remember, you don’t get to cum yet. You’ll know when it’s time.” I moaned softly, my fingers tracing the edge of my panties before slipping beneath.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I followed Francie reluctantly though the forest.  It wasn’t the hike through the forest that protested.  Rather what she lead me through the woods to find that I had an issue with.  “What makes you Vampires and other monsters are real, Francie?” I asked in exasperation.  We’d been hiking for hours without even a hit of this elusive cave she insisted existed out here.  She dismissed me with a wave of her hand and looked down at her cell phone with a curse.  “Damn it, I’ve lost signal. I know I can still find it though.” Frannie proclaimed.  I just rolled my eyes and continue to follow her over the roots and through the surrounding trees.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stood tall, arms crossed beneath my ample bosom, surveying the trembling forms of my loyal subjects. They knew better than to meet my piercing gaze directly, their eyes cast downwards in deference. “Bow down, my little worshippers,” I commanded, my husky voice dripping with sultry dominance.

One by one, they sank to their knees before me, faces pressed to the cold floor in supplication. I have deemed them unworthy to gaze upon my radiant glory. I savored the sight, a delicious thrill coursing through my core.

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ghost sex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

As soon as I finished uttering the words of my spell, the shadows in the corners of my basement didn’t just deepen; they coalesced. A figure rose from the center of the pentagram. He was transparent, tall and lean. He wasn’t monstrous, but terrifyingly perfect; his form was defined by the absence of light with eyes like distant, hungry stars. I was instantly mesmerized. “You called,” his voice hissed, a static whisper that vibrated in my teeth. “What payment do you offer, little witch?”

My breath hitched. I felt a cold knot in my stomach, but the heat of reckless desire was raging in my desperate pussy. I had aimed high; summoning not a man but a ghost from the Underworld, a creature whose touch could corrupt or worse. But still, I had to have him.

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Sexy Toes

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Who doesn’t love a girls sexy toes after she gets a pedicure? I’m a total girly girl so I love getting my nails and toes done. Plus, anyone who’s talked to me knows that I have a lot of feet worshippers so I always make sure my sexy toes are perfect for them.

I know POV videos are super popular right now, so I thought I’d take you boys on a POV type blog of a pedicure I recently got. This fall has been crazy hot so I decided to get a fresh pedicure since I’m still wearing flip flops. Plus, I’m an angel and wanted to give my feet boys some freshly painted toes to jerk off to.
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breeding

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My hand trembled slightly as I pulled it back from Mr. Thorne’s firm grip. This was the biggest deal of my career, and it was done. “To celebrate, Stella,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “you must join me for dinner.” I accepted. The restaurant was upscale, the drinks flowed, and his eyes, dark and intense, seemed to see through me, past the business woman, to something deeper.

Dinner ended, but the night was young. “One more drink?” he asked, his hand lightly on my arm as we stepped out into the cool city air. The ‘one more drink’ became two, then three, in a dimly lit bar where the music was soft and the world outside faded. He leaned closer, his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely masculine, filling my senses. My usual discipline, my careful boundaries, began to dissolve.

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wetting pants

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was standing impatiently in the endless line for the artisanal coffee stand when my attention drifted to a man near the condiment station. He looked utterly normal, mid-forties, sporting the kind of practical, slightly too-long khaki shorts that scream “I own a reliable minivan and believe strongly in SPF 50.” He was fiddling intently with a massive travel mug, his brow furrowed in concentration, which made him a captivating, if mildly mundane, subject for my habitual people-watching session. Which is essentially my only viable defense against the soul-crushing boredom of waiting for overpriced caffeine.

Then it happened, with a swift, silent efficiency that defied the laws of polite public existence. My eye, tracking the slight shuffle of his feet as he adjusted his weight, caught a dark spot blooming rapidly on the front of those sensible khaki shorts, right where the pocket met the thigh, and it was spreading with an alarming, undeniable velocity. Initially, my brain tried to categorize the event as a catastrophic coffee spill—perhaps a sudden rupture in the travel mug’s sealing mechanism.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My current curiosity belonged to Elias. He was the perfect, arrogant prince of his small, modern kingdom. A penthouse suite protected by layers of steel and, most deliciously, a web of high-definition security cameras. He was a man who believed in control, which meant he feared observation most of all.

I was the only one who truly saw the fissures in his flawless exterior, the things he typed only when he thought the Wi-Fi was off, the desires he locked away when the moon turned cold. This information was my leverage, far more potent than any rotten apple or ill-gotten jewel. I knew what I wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.

My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”

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