Tag: roleplay phonesex

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Locker room secrets huh? They say what happens in the locker room stays in the locker room, but baby, I don’t keep secrets when they taste this good. He was always lingering after practice — all that fake swagger and quiet stares when he thought I wasn’t looking. But I knew. The way his eyes dropped to my thighs when I stretched. The way his mouth opened just slightly when I tied my shoes. He wanted to be told what to do. And I was more than ready to show him how that worked.

So that night, when everyone else had cleared out, I cornered him — fresh out the shower, towel barely hanging on, still damp and smelling like soap and nerves. “You always look this flustered when you’re around me?” I asked, stepping close enough that his back hit the lockers. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Just that pretty little gulp.

I slid my fingers up his chest, slow, watching his skin react to every inch of contact. “Drop the towel.” He obeyed. Good boy. His cock was already hard — twitching, eager, waiting to be claimed. I pressed my palm against it and Continue reading “Locker Room Secrets” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Late Checkout wasn’t part of the plan—but then again, nothing about him ever is. I had already turned in the key. Bags packed, room cleaned, goodbye kiss on the cheek. But something in me needed just one more taste. One more moment of him beneath me, wrecked and obedient.

So I doubled back, slipped up the stairs like a secret, and found him exactly where I hoped he’d be—shirtless, sprawled across the bed, cocky smirk on his face like he knew I couldn’t stay away. “You forget something?” he asked, voice thick with sleep and sin.

I didn’t answer. I just let my heels click slowly across the floor as I peeled off my clothes—top first, then my bra, letting him see the tight control I still held even when naked. His eyes trailed every inch of me, hungry.

“Come here,” he whispered. But I didn’t. Not yet. I stood at the foot of the bed, hand on my hip, teasing the edge of my panties. You want this?” I asked. “Earn it.” He crawled. On elbows and knees like the obedient thing he pretends not to be. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, shoved him between my thighs, Continue reading “Late Checkout” →

bad girl

Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

Bad Girl slutty tease

I’ve been such a bad girl lately, along with my brother’s girlfriend. We have become very close to each other lately. I have been wearing naughty promiscuous outfits and teasing my brother. His girlfriend and I were sometimes matching. We were wearing naughty, nasty, and seductive schoolgirl outfits. My skirt barely covered my round ass cheeks and hers was a little shorter. The one thing my brother’s girlfriend and I had in common is that we were both such a slutty tease. Furthermore, I think that’s why he liked her so much she was easily trainable, like me. Continue reading “A bad girl gets taught an anal whore lesson” →

Sluttiest naughty intern

Jenna (844-332-2639) Ext 304

I just got a new office job, I’m the sluttiest naughty intern there. I like to wear slutty schoolgirl outfits and tease unsuspecting onlookers who may need to jerk off in their cubicles. The security guard gave me a verbal warning about the way I have been dressing lately, with a semi in his pants. What a jerk off! He told me that my boss had wanted to talk to me privately about this matter in his office. My pussy got so wet at these words. I just wanted a piece of his big daddy dick inside my tight cunt.

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Gianna 844-332-2639 ext 355

I know you wait for your dumb wife to leave for work so you can call me. You use a prepaid gift card to play with me even though your wife will find out about us. I know she goes through your credit card statements with a fine tooth comb. She runs you into the ground every day of your sad life together so you have to be very discreet about our secret relationship. She’s let herself go and doesn’t care about trying to impress you anymore. Good thing I’m only a quick call away to take your mind off of your sad lame life. 

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TWISTED MISTRESS RHIANNA  1-844-332-2639 x 253

“How do you lose a dildo,” I asked my sissy-slut sidekick Emma as she frantically hobbled around her West LA condo. She was searching top to bottom for her Johnny on the G-Spot brand dildo she received last month from one of her devoted fanbois. “Are you sure it isn’t stuck some place?”

“Oh Rhi don’t be silly. If it were stuck some place I’d feel it.”

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