Goddess Jasmine’s Wicked Queen Spanking Phonesex

Goddess Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

“You are scary when you get like this,” he says as he follows my command to strip and fall to his knees. Mostly it is the depth of his addiction to me that scares him. In his dark moments, he fears that I will disappear, kicking the dust of him off my high heels as I move on and find another victim.

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Submit to Mistress Jasmine Phonesex

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 263

Edward’s eyes narrowed, his hesitation to submit sexually was evident, even with me, his wife of nearly a decade. “What are you doin’ pal,” he asked as I began to tie his wrists to the bedposts with one of my discarded black silk stockings. It’s a very rare thing in life that a man such as my husband feels powerless, and I dare say that at this moment he felt just that. Powerless not only to me and my will and desires but also to his lust and to the pleasure that our bedroom guest for the evening was administering with her expert mouth.

Leaning in close to his face, my full lips parted in a sadistic smile I said in whisper, “Trust me.”

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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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Full Moon Fever Sex Magick Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

I stand naked beneath the full moon, my body glowing in the light, my arms raised as I draw down the moon to empower the spell I will cast. I kneel on the soft green grass and take the wax doll in my hand. SIowly I stroke it with oil of roses and jasmine, drawing the oil toward me just as surely as I draw you toward me, making you mine, yes, mine alone and incanting words softly, slowly but surely. The sex magick of one born a Belarusian peasant? Perhaps. But potent, yes, potent for all that.

You want me, You need me, I own you–You want me, you need me, I own you.

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Jasmine’s Bound Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

You are bound to my four poster bed. I tricked you, didn’t I?  We popped open a bottle of Moet before the fireplace and drank toasts to each other from our crystal champagne flutes. I laughed and smiled –giggled even, like a little fool. Like that little fool of a little girl I saw you with today.

When I brought out the handcuffs, you thought we would just be having some kinky fun but I bound you up tight so you could not move and then, pulling off my black silk panties in one fluid movement, I mounted you. You could barely breathe. “I saw you with that stupid little girl today.” I said. “I saw you embrace her. I knew just what you were thinking. I could tell. I know you so fucking well. Your cock got hard didn’t it?”

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