Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
You’ve been CAUGHT! Every time I leave you home alone, my panty drawer is all messed up when I come back. My undies are ruffled as if they’ve been handed and folded back hastily. They are all out of order and mixed, thongs and cheekies piled with the boyshorts and gstring. Not at all like I organize them when I do laundry. Sometimes I even think I’m missing a pair or two. I know I’m not crazy; it had to be you.
Only I couldn’t prove it until now. I’ve caught you with your hand in the panty drawer, little boy.
Caught With Your Hand In The Panty Drawer Phonesex
I told you I was running errands and would be back in a few hours. Mommy kissed you goodbye and walked out the door. I know you listened for the garage door to lift and close, only you forgot to check to see if I pulled away. I didn’t; in fact, I sat in the car, inside the garage, and waited five minutes.
That’s all it took for you to run up here, into my bedroom, and riffle through my panties. Look at you! One pair held to your nose and another stuffed in your pants as you jerk your horny prick. What a very naughty boy you are. Now Mommy is going to punish you!
Don’t try to talk your way out of it. There’s no getting out of this one. Give me both pairs of panties, and get over here. Do you know how some boys who get caught smoking are forced to smoke the whole pack? Well, Mommy is going make you cum in every pair of panties in this drawer, young man. Pull down your pants and let me see that pecker. We can start with these silky cheekies.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270