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Mean Phone Sex Tyra

Mean Phone Sex

I am the queen bitch. My husband can’t satisfy me with his tiny cock and cries when I try to put him in his place. What a pathetic baby! So, when I caught you jacking while I was cleaning my kitchen in my t-shirt and nothing else, I decided to invite you over. I wasn’t nice about it either. I marched outside and told, you to come inside or I would go just like I am and wake your wife up. Hell, I was lonely and wanted to have fun with you. You sat at the kitchen table and I threw a towel at you and told you to get your cock out again. Faster loser, I want to see it! Now you are going to start stroking it slowly all the way up and down and you will only do as I say got it! I slipped my t-shirt over my head, so you could see everything as I guided your masturbation. Now a little faster and just the top half.  I grabbed a pickle and started to slurp it. Imagine my mouth on your tiny dick bitch! Think of what my mouth could do if you weren’t such a piece of shit.  Now faster and squeeze a little tighter, I don’t have all fucking night! I saw that precum starts to ooze, I was getting what I wanted. Now as you cum I need it all in that towel, I didn’t clean this kitchen for nothing! If even one drop gets on the floor you will lick it, clean motherfucker! You came in the towel and I opened the door. Put your dick up take that towel and wash it and leave I on my porch tomorrow bitch. And with that, you were gone.


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