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Nasty phone sex with a little size queen

Nasty phone sex is where all the fun is at. This one started out fun right from the beginning he had me bent over shoving my vibrator up my tight little ass hole. Instantly this tiny bald pussy was dripping, completely saturating my inner thighs. Once he learned that my fuck box was flooded with my sweet juices is when the real fun began. My tight little hole just aching to be filled I was instructed to get the smallest dildo from my collection. I thought that was boring but quickly learned the method to his madness. Gliding my slender glass dildo in and out of my pussy all the while my ass is stuffed with my vibrator. He can hear my pussy sloshing with all my delicious sauce that is when I was told to insert the next size up from my collection and that I could not take the first one out. I reached for my silicone cock about 7 inches with regular girth. This tight little cunt slowly stretched apart as I inserted the very tip, pressed up against my glass dildo this tiny pussy began to open up. Flooding with my delightful nectar my pussy invited that second cock in. My fuck hole is now a gaping sloppy valley. Double stuffed while fucking my pussy relentlessly and a vibrator up my ass. I could hear him stroking his meat and that made me drip even more. He told me what a good job I was doing but he said I could handle more. Trying to keep two cocks in my cunt and a vibrator in my ass I reach for the next closest toy in my collection, much to my pleasure it’s another vibrator. Not quite sure at this point I can take much more before I explode all over my toys, I do as I am told and force it in on high speed! My pussy stuffed with 3 artificial cocks I wrap my hand around all 3 and fuck myself harder than I ever imagined, blowing my fuck hole apart as I quiver and cum with the hardest orgasm in my life so far. As we ended our session he told me I am going to be a good little size queen. Can’t wait to see what he has in store for me next time!Nasty phone sex

Live Phone Sex Brats Like Julie were Taught By Generations of Sluts

I’m a Live Phone Sex Girl. Live every night just waiting for some hard cock to conquer. Being as sexual as I am, I like to fill my life with fucking. I read smut, have a porn addiction, chronically masturbate, fuck as many guys and girls as much as possible and I even find dining to be a sexual experience. I Look for fucking in everything that I do, and can say that even though I’m young, I already know I will be a sex addict my entire life.

I’m not the only one in my family, either.

My twin Brother John is the same way and so was my grandma. I would get so wet listening to all her stories of whoring. My granny even sat and talked with me a lot about how she was young and started into her sexual prowess. We have so much in common. Finger fucking being one of our favorite  sex acts. After church she used to sit with different boys during second service and let them finger fuck her. I have always wanted guys to finger fuck me first. I have always had a things for hands. That was hot to me, listening to what a slut my Granny was and still is.

The Matriarch of our Family is a slut, but she isn’t the only one

I also Have an Aunt that loves taking care of cocks and then their is my Twin Brother… he is a sex addict, too. It may have skipped our mother but it came back double on me and my brother. We are so much alike. Being each others first everything. First kiss, first touch, first suck and first fuck. We are both the type to get caught Jacking, and keep on until we nut.

I Live, breath and eat sex. Fucking is what I crave and live for. That’s why I Love doing phone sex and love all the cocks I get to take care. Generations of sluts raised me. So let me show you what I’m all about and make that cock creamy.

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Teen Phone Chat Kiya Temps You To Sext Her While Fucking You

Teen Phone Chat

I’m Kiya, and I live for secrets wrapped in silk and late-night anticipation. I don’t chase chaos; I curate desire, slow and deliberate, until it hums. Teen Phone Chat is how our story breathes between meetings, a whispered ritual that keeps the edge sharp. I speak softly, letting pauses do the work, inviting you into a world where control feels delicious.

Once a week, we choose a different hotel, all marble lobbies and muted lights. He arrives early, wedding ring tucked away, heartbeat louder than his footsteps. I arrive last, always calm, always certain. We never rush. I let the room settle, let the view frame the moment, let my smile promise what words don’t need to explain. It’s not about rebellion; it’s about precision, the thrill of choosing each other in plain sight.

On the phone, I tease with intention. I tell him what I’m wearing without showing a thing. I describe the way I cross my legs, the way my voice drops when I know he’s listening too closely. I let him confess, then I guided him back to the center. I’m the keeper of boundaries and the breaker of routine, and that balance makes everything feel electric.

Our messages are coded, sexual, and nasty. A single sentence can set the tone for days. I savor the countdown, the elevator chime, the knock that comes right on time. In the room, I’m composed and commanding, all velvet authority and knowing glances. He follows because he wants to, because surrender can be chosen, because desire thrives under care.

I set the pace with subtle cues, a tilt of my head, a breath held just long enough. Confidence is my signature, and I wear it like perfume. Every detail matters, from the lighting to the silence, from the first look to the last goodbye. I leave space for imagination, because what’s implied lingers longer than what’s shown.

Between calls, I move through my day with a private smile, thinking about him fucking me for very long hours. Power isn’t loud; it’s intentional. I choose when to reveal, when to withhold, and when to end the conversation, leaving curiosity glowing like a nightlight long after the line goes silent, for you alone tonight and only when you ask politely.

This is a polished dream where consequences dissolve into candlelight and quiet confidence. I’m not chasing love; I’m crafting moments. I believe seduction is an art, and art deserves patience. When the night ends, I leave him steady, satisfied, and smiling, already craving the next call.

If you listen closely, you’ll hear it too: the promise in my voice, the elegance of restraint, the thrill of secrecy done right, getting him all worked up. Call me when the world goes quiet. I’ll be waiting, poised, irresistible, wet, and entirely in control.

 

Dirty Phone Talk was the First Step in My Slutty Life

I Loved Dirty phone talk growing up. Sexting and dirty phone talk turned me into the biggest slut. I got my first celly and it was on, as soon as I got guys numbers and some of my close girlfriends, we talked so dirty. I would finger fuck my little cunny listening to tall the things different boys wanted to do to me.

It has always turned me on to hear how turned on someone gets listening to my young sweet voice. I love hearing them get all breathy while they are pulling on their cock with their dick beaters. They always would ask ” Are you touching yourself Julie, is it wet?”

It was most certainly, very wet

I Love hearing how they want to touch, and lick my sweet dripping cunny. The way they talk about French kissing it. Tongue circling and running over my clit and inside my tight little pussy hole. I would map my finger and trace what they told me they were doing so I could feel exactly what it would feel like if they were right there with me. I  do the same thing today with phone sex. It makes me so wet.

The way that they get so hot, horny and breathy while they touch their cock gets me so fucking hot. I loved telling some hot guy that I went to school with how to stroke and jerk off for me. Hearing him pull on that big hunk of man meat got me so excited. Both of us masturbating and listening to how hot we made each other. Talks of licking and sucking and describing how we wanted to fuck each other.

Calling made us Cum

Id always talk about how I wanted to climb up on that big fat cock and ride. Sinking a dick deep inside my pussy and jumping up and down on that dick while it was deep inside me.

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Sensual Phone Sex with Sweet Little Lia!

Sensual Phone Sex

 

Nothing compares to the slow burn of sensual phone sex done right.

Like when we start all soft and sweet, asking how your day was. You’re asking me about myself, but I can hear you unzipping your jeans on the other end.

Listening to you talking so sweetly to me is making me wet, but hearing the faint slickness of you stroking your cock to my voice is only making me wetter.

Knowing how much cum is going to come shooting out of you at any moment. I’m waiting in anticipation until I get to hear your moan and groan in my ear.

Our sensual words to each other intertwine as we both Cum at the same time. Nothing feels as good as talking to you and ending the night with your voice in my head.

 

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Mean Phone Sex Kiya Degrades You With Her Dirty Hungry Mouth

Mean Phone SexYou text that you’re outside the hotel, and I answer annoyed, dripping impatience. This is Mean Phone Sex, I remind you coldly, the only reason I agreed to meet after you vanished, because punishment feels better when you’re already desperate.

I tell you to stay in your car while I check in, voice sharp enough to cut. I let you hear my heels snap across the lobby, slow and deliberate, each step a reminder that you wasted my time and now you’ll pay for every second you owe me, and I’m already annoyed, already wet with attitude and zero patience.

I lock the hotel room door and lean against it, finally alone, finally in control. I describe the bed waiting untouched, then tell you it stays that way until you behave. Your apology bores me. I want hunger, obedience, your voice breaking while mine stays calm and cruel. I want you squirming downstairs, hard, needy, thinking about what my mouth does when I’m mad and aching without permission, stupidly obsessed.

I pace the room slowly, telling you exactly where I’m standing, what I’m wearing, how bored I look. I talk about my mouth, dirty and impatient, how it punishes when ignored. I let my voice go wet, then yank it back, laughing when you groan. I know you’re touching yourself already, pathetic, shaking, waiting for permission I won’t give yet because I like control, money, and your complete surrender tonight.

I remind you that neglect costs money, and you always pay best when you feel small. I tell you to picture me on the bed, legs spread, still dressed, deciding your fate. I degrade you carefully, aggressively, until your breathing stutters and you beg. I want you humiliated, hard, imagining my mouth using you, not caring how desperate you sound while I count your money, your silence, your obedience upstairs.

I sit on the edge of the bed and tell you to come upstairs, but not yet. Waiting hurts you more than denial. I describe what happens when you knock, how my hands grab, how my mouth takes, mean and starving, because you earned punishment. I promise nothing gentle, only teeth, saliva, control, and my anger focused completely on you when you finally stand in front of me, shaking, owned.

I hang up and leave you sweating in the car, wallet ready, ego wrecked. When you come up, you won’t ask questions. You’ll hand over the money and your control. This hotel room isn’t for comfort; it’s for correction. By the time I’m done, you’ll know exactly who you belong to tonight. I smile, satisfied, already planning how to use your body, your need, your devotion, without mercy until you leave emptied, addicted, poorer, grateful, silent, obedient, aching, smiling, mine.

My Guided masterbation instructions leads you into trouble

Guided masterbation always gets way out of control when I got my Countryboy on the line. Here I was talking dirty while he was on the line, stroking his dick. It’s so hot when I tell him to squeeze his meat for me, but I like to take it up a notch. Guided masterbation
So, being a dirty girl I knew he was at the bar he owns.

I really had to check out this place, so I dressed in my sluttiest outfit. Little white crop top that shows off my nipples and jean shorts that are more like a thong.

He is in for a very filthy surprise!

Now, mind you, I am still on the phone with him while I walk into the bar. I paraded into that place, knowing full well every pair of eyes would be glued to my sexed up body.

I had him on the phone, stroking his cock in the back room, while everyone in that bar was drooling over me.
I sit at the bar and whisper,” Stroke that thick country cock for me, I want it to explode.”I moaned into the phone.

“I wanna hear you grunt when you get close to cumming.” Then those breathy sounds of Countryboy’s pleasure echoed through the phone as I ordered a Whiskey sour. I also had to really show off so of course I turn to his  patrons to give them a unobstructed view of my heaving tits.

“Countryboy, baby, you cumming’ yet?” I taunted as his ragged breathing grew more intense over the line. “No, no, don’t you dare! I need to see that gorgeous face of yours right now,” I commanded, swiftly ending the call. He definitely heard me from the back room.

He walks out, making a beeline straight for me. “You dirty little bitch, you think you can do whatever you want, huh?” And of course, I nod yes with the most devious smile. That’s when he takes me right then and there.

He really gave his patrons a show by taking my tight ass first. He slammed it deep and hard and exploded a massive load of cum in me. It was fun to watch all of these dudes stroke their cocks to him, giving me a cock beating of a lifetime. This Nasty phone sex session turned wild when he let his customers face fuck me while he was inside my sloppy pussy.

Dirty Phone Sex is The Best New Year Resolution Ever

Dirty Phone Sex is what this nasty little coed has in store for you.

In my most dominant ways, I wish you a filthy New Year full of dirty Girl Gemini. With a tight, coed body built for sin, and a mouth that never shuts up about cock.
While everyone else resolves to hit the gym or eat clean, I’m here whispering the dirtiest resolution straight into your ear: call me every night and let me ruin you with filthy phone sex until you’re addicted.

Dirty Phone Sex is What Allows You To Get Freaky

Fireworks pop outside, but the real explosion happens when I answer in my breathy, bratty voice. Truth is I resolve to be your personal cum dumpster, daddy. But first, tell me how hard your cock is now.

First, I’m describing how I’m sprawled on my bed in nothing but thigh-high socks, legs spread wide, fingers plunging deep into my shaved, dripping pussy.
Next the wet squelching sounds fill your ear as I fuck myself harder, moaning your name.

“I’m such a nasty little slut for you,” gasping.

Now I want you to stroke that thick dick while I tell you how I’d crawl across your desk and gobble down that dick—gagging, drooling, mascara running down my face while students walk by
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Now I beg you to imagine bending me over my desk, spanking my perky ass red. Then slamming balls-deep into my tight cunt until I squirt all over your shaft.

Next, I describe the creamy mess , then flip over and demand you paint my pretty college-girl face with rope after thick rope of hot cum.

Then I whimper “Feed it to me,”. and  “Make me swallow every drop like the greedy whore I am.

”My voice cracks as I cum hard on the call—screaming, pussy clenching around my fingers, begging you to join me.

You explode seconds later, grunting my name while I coo every filthy encouragement.
When we’re both panting, I giggle softly.

Best resolution ever, right? Call me tomorrow night, Daddy. This nasty freak needs another load to swallow.
Make it yours. Dial now. I’m already wet waiting.

A nasty roleplay with twists and turns, busting barely legal girls

Nasty phone sex

I love this particular caller. His imagination is wild freaky and fucking fun. The way he slowly describes every detail leading up to the ultimate brutality makes my pussy soil faster than a growing plant. You know who you are babe. Every step, every role, you’ve cum up by yourself and I’m overjoyed and completely fucking impressed.

The more you talked the other night, the questions you asked me all had a point. You were slow and sexy, asking me things about sizes, my pussy size, and my beautiful tits. I’ll answer anything for you boo, and send you pics to prove it to.

You’re sexy as hell with a roleplay nasty game with me and my little one. After telling me what to do, putting myself into a position of bring my nasty daughter, accomplice, or even a sexual slave, we’re always game. But the other night you made me cream my pants on the phone. My seat was soaking wet, I was grinding on my vibrator softly between my legs as you described how you wanna fucking ram the shit out of me in front of my young one’s face. Smash my ass right into her nose and let her smell all the yummy thich goey cum you spread all over me. you love put on a nasty show as I glow and glistening from your pre cum dripping.

Ageplay fun, let’s switch things around let mommy rub her pussy….

Spread my little one’s ass cheeks like you desire and mentioned and slowly shove that cock, toy, or plug up her little ass and make me watch, look into your eyes as your balls deep, smacking that massive meat stack deep down inside her. Demonstrate as you say to our filthy young slut class how quickly you can make me squirt watching you bust inside her cookie crunch.

Rapidly fingering my cunt while you ramming and slamming. Once you quiver it’s breeding time. Now “watch closely, look at me, eye contact” as you tell her in your demanding in your dominate sexy yet calming voice, spewing your built up nuts on her face.

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You’re always in control of me my love. Like I told you, I’d write about how fucking much you turn me on especially when my little slut whore fuck girls engage, until next time boo!

 

Nasty Phone Sex Kiya Slutty Mistress Teasing Your Dirty Mind

Nasty Phone Sex

I hear the hesitation in his voice before he even speaks. Nasty Phone Sex isn’t just a phrase… it’s my power, my playground, my way of sinking into someone’s thoughts and taking over.

“Please don’t tell my wife,” he whispers, a shiver in his tone, and I can’t help the smirk that curls across my lips. Oh, I love it. I love the way he bends to my words without even realizing it, how my voice alone can twist his mind.

“You’re lucky I don’t,” I whisper, letting my tone dip low, teasing. “Where would the fun be in that?” Every word drips with promise, leaving him imagining things I’ll never fully spell out.

“Get down on your knees, you filthy slut,” he says, trying to flip the script, trying to claim control. I laugh softly, knowing he doesn’t realize who’s really in charge. “Mmm… you think that’s going to work?” I tease, letting him squirm under my voice.

I play him like a melody, my words bending and curling, teasing every nerve I can reach without even being there. I know exactly which phrases will make him tense, which pauses will have him hungering for more. And oh, I savor it.

“You think you can handle me?” I whisper next, letting the question hang. The hesitation in his response is music to my ears. “Yea suck my fucking cock you little worthless nigger slut,”  he screams. Every stammer, every swallowed word, is proof of how deep I’ve gotten into his head.

I let my laughter trail into a slow, deliberate drawl, pulling him further into the space I’ve created. He’s caught, hooked, chasing me with his imagination, shoving my head to his penis, and I can feel the thrill in every second.

When I finally pause, I let my last words linger, knowing he’ll replay them over and over, craving the tease, the tension, the control. My youth, my confidence, my voice… they’re enough to own him completely.

That’s the thing I love most: leaving him thinking, wanting, and emptied completely powerless to resist, all with a few well-chosen words. That’s my magic, my game, my irresistible, and his dirty little secret.