Goddess Jasmine’s Ruined Orgasm Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Look into my eyes.  I have you. I have you Right. Where. I . Want . You. Naked on my bed, your hands and feet bound tightly to the bed posts with a pair of black silk stockings. Your forehead is covered in sweat as my luscious breasts sway above your face and you beg me to let my nipples enter your hungry mouth. I do and you suck hard as your cock, it further stiffens in my hand. 

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Jasmine’s Beg for It Pegging Phone Sex

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

The boy, my slave boy, is kneeling before me, naked, hungry so very eager to please. It is the collar I have put about his neck in part–but the rest, well it is me–he has wanted me for a long time and will do anything in order to have me. But I intend to play with him first, to edge him to the very brink and then bring him back until the ache of his desire, it hurts. Until he begs for his release. And I intend to make him hurt in other ways too. This is the price he must pay in order to be with me and I have no doubt that he will pay it.

I pull on the strap on and stand before him. I give to his collar a sharp tug and force him to take the strap on into his mouth. “You are my bitch,” I tell him and though some part of him wants to rebel against this assertion, his desire for me and the collar, that constriction about his neck, remind him that he must obey my every command. 

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Jasmine’s Fucking You Is Magic Phone Sex

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Fucking you is magic. Whatever rare chemistry that exists between two people, that which is so hot that it sears our bodies, our minds, our very souls and yet eludes analysis and has done so for centuries of lovers, that, my love, is what we have. Yes, fucking you is magic because it is layered, a fine recipe of lust, whims, desire, regret, anger, forgiveness, secrets, scenes, laughter, tears, longing, hunger and satisfaction.

It is the music that we dance to, the wine that we drink, the words that we whisper in the dark, the textures and scents of our bodies as we move together, finding one another’s rhythm and plunge harder and deeper arching forward toward that moment when we are lost and know nothing, not even our own names, that moment in which we taste ecstasy. 

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Jasmine’s Savour Me Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

To truly please a woman like me, you have to start slow, worship me, every inch. Look into my eyes, yes, let them take you into world of pleasure you never knew existed. Trace the curves of my body with your fingertips. Allow your lips, your tongue to explore. Feel the electricity that passes between us as we taste each other for the first time. Bask in the warmth of my womanhood as you delve deeper and deeper.

Yes, that’s it. Feel me. Worship me. Taste me. Savour me.

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Jasmine’s Dirty Martini Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

We met online. In our loneliness, in our lust, we reached out to each other. At first we talked about our lives, about movies, about books. But each time we texted each other the texts became sexier, more filled with words that spoke of our desire. So when he told me he was coming to Manhattan, I knew right then, right there, that I would meet him and yes, that I would fuck him.

We met in the late afternoon, in a darkened bar of my choosing. I got there early and chose a corner table. When he arrived, he sat down beside me and ordered a double scotch. I was already well into my second dirty martini and that dirty martini, well it made me  very dirty girl and he was so sexy that I could not keep my hands off him. I moved closer to him as we talked and laughed. I put my hand on his arm and then upon his leg. My eyes never left his as with my fingers, I teasingly traced figure eights upon his thigh and then, unable to restrain myself, I stroked beneath his trousers and felt his beautiful cock grow harder and leap beneath my hand.

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