You Need To Love Me, I know what you need. Phone Sex Dani Style!

Who do you really think you’re kidding? I know you don’t think you’re filling me with all of the crap you feed these girls. I know you. I know what makes you tick. What makes that pathetic weak little cock of yours hard. Don’t play coy like you aren’t sure if I really can make you happy or not. I have a page loaded with badass reviews and a mind that will leave you thinking about me for days.  

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Phone Sex With Danielle Is For The Weak Minded.

I know what you need how weak your mind is. How long you been looking at my pictures and wondering if you have the strength to call me it’s almost unbearable isn’t it?

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Welcome To Happy Hour With Mistress Gloria Phone Sex.

Well it’s happy hour at Mistress Gloria’s loser bar and you are welcome to sit at the bar and think of ways to please me. The perfect customer knows that he needs to be obedient. He knows that he needs permission from me for not only cumming, but for stroking that tiny cock as well. The only way he’s allowed to cum is if he is wearing girly panties and if he eats his own cum in some degrading way.

Sometimes he laps it off the floor. Other times he cums while standing on his head and giving himself a facial. I’ve had him cum on a cracker and gobble it down and the more humiliating my instructions, the harder he seems to cum.

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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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Restless Phone Sex

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It was an unseasonably warm and sultry Autumn night in the City of the Angels and I was restless. I decided to go for a drive to blow off some steam. With no particular place to go, I sped past the neon signs almost obscured behind curtains of mist and ended up at one of my favorite pussy scoping haunts high in the hills. Lately I’d been preferring pussy to cock. I seated myself like a watchful predator in the dark at a corner table in this little hole in the wall bar in the hills where I had previously scored myself some Grade A puntang.

There were a couple of fiiine chicas there…a hot lil brunette with nice big juicy tits and a tiny waist and a redhead with skin like a porcelain cup and an ass that I would have happily eaten out for hours. I was trying to decide which one of them I was going to fuck that night, when I saw HIM, leaning up against the wall, his hand on a bottle of beer and his eyes on me. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my entire body….

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Tainted part 2: A Phonesex Journey continues

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Mr. Whitechapel was a known gentleman and this was not an exaggeration made to protect his family from scandal. Every known account of a date with him by a supermodel, actress or socialite had labeled him as a prudish old man. Barely out of his thirties I could not wrap my head around where the prudish old man came from. Actually, I could not even focus on the oblivious personal assistant I was replacing, Mr. Whitechapel touch rendered me incapable of anything but a hushed yes.

In a trance, I leaned back against Mr. Whitechapel just enough to make it impossible for him to fondle more than my butt. The musical sound of the elevator reaching its destination and the “WERE HERE” from his previous personal assistant brought me out of my trance. Moving away from Mr. Whitechapel before she could notice I rushed out of the elevator and to her left. Mr. Whitechapel had walked past her and said in a loud voice “Mrs. Carlyle I can take it from here, you are excused”. Stunned by his abruptness she gave Mr. Whitechapel a nod and walked off in the opposite direction of the elevator.

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Carina’s Homewrecking Pool Hustler Phone Sex

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I love lying out by the pool, letting my tight body bathe in that sweet sensual warmth that only the Summer sun can provide. In a skimpy two-piece, my skin glistening, my mind will always start to wander, wander to dirty and delightful thoughts. Coyly, I allow my hand to move to my flat stomach, making little circles with my fingertips, sending waves of sensations through my entire being, my pussy getting wet. 

I know you’re there, I know you’re watching me. From the window of your bedroom, watching. Nervous, hoping that passive aggressive bitch of a wife you have doesn’t walk in on you. “I’ll be there in a minute honey,” you’ll call out to her, all the while never taking your eyes away from my perfect body, wishing you could take me in your arms and carry me to your bed and fuck my brains out.

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A Hard Choice To Make: Phone Sex With Dani.

I could hear him stirring in the room as I sat there silently waiting for her to leave. Sitting there, lurking in your closet. Knowing exactly what your reaction is going to be when you find out how close I was to her.

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Secret Baby Boy Exposure Phonesex Part 3

“Josie, don’t—” Cried out my older brother’s virgin best friend, as I pulled the front of his diaper and took a peek inside. I grinned widely, my gorgeous caramel eyes capturing his gaze as I said, “Wow, now that’s a baby cock!”

His face was beet red, but his little cock was rock hard. Maintaining eye contact every chance I had, I swiftly pulled off my sports bra and dropped it on the ground next to us. His eyes went wide as my hands began feeling and squeezing my teen tits.

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Carina’s Sapphic Songstress Phonesex

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Something about live music often gets me hot and horny. It doesn’t even have to be a big venue either. The other night, for example, I stopped in at one of my favourite new haunts for a quick drink. The line up was simple enough, two acoustic guitar players, both guys and a singer, a girl, a strikingly pretty girl with flowing blonde hair, a smile that lit up the room and big natural tits that other women would pay big bucks to have.

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