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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.

Ageplay girls make perfect sex dolls

Ageplay girls

Ageplay girls make perfect little fuck dolls. I love having mine gaping wide open and stretched like a nasty cock whore. I can’t help that I’m so addicted to it. Daddy loves when I am his little skank bitch. From when I first fucked my mom’s boyfriend, I knew I was always going to be easy meat for any older man who knows how to fuck.

The way my skirt shows my ass in the house when he comes over to fuck my drunk ass mum. I know I drive him insane. He is practically drooling as I bend over to pick up the remote. Or when I am in the kitchen fixing myself one of the beers he brought in the fridge for my mom. He can’t help but try to cop a little feel, and every time he does, I give him a naughty giggle and smile.

This one time, when I was bending over in the fridge. He just came up behind me and stuffed me up with his hard cock. I was so shocked that my head hit the water pitcher, and a little spilled into my face. I grabbed the railing.

Then, he just started pounding my thigh and banging me all over the fridge. He made a mess in the icebox and in my box. I had never been ravaged so unexpecedly in my life and i loved ebery second of it. He made me feel so alive like the skank i have always needed to be. I love my new daddy.

Caught jacking my mommy’s boyfriend again

Caught jacking

 

Caught jacking my mommy’s boyfriend again, of course, I was staring. Once he noticed I saw him, he came straight into my room to give me a hardcore pounding.  I can’t help but stare at his huge, hung cock.

Now that’s it directly in front of my slutty fucking mouth. I’m basically drooling all over myself just wanting to choke all over it. 

Because I’m such a horny little slut I just have to have it in my mouth. I need it so bad that he will finally ram it into my fucking throat. I didn’t care how fat and long that dick was. Fuck I just knew I had to gobble it up. Hungry as fuck, I was literally starving for that cock.  I went to my room and put on my biker shorts.

Making sure I had a huge wedgie with my g-string on so my fat ass would jiggle all over the place when I walked. And I went right by him and my drunk, sleeping mom, and bent over to pick something up. After I picked it up, I walked by him slowly and looked at his huge shlong bulging out of his pants. Then I giggled a little because it was so easy to get him so hard.

As I was walking back to my room, I could hear him following me, breathing heavily like a bear. He wanted this tight, fat pussy so badly, and I knew it. My bouncing ass had him losing his mind. Once I got into my room, he didn’t let me shut the door; he held it open and asked if I was ok.

I immediately grabbed his dick and told him I wanted to know how strong he really was. Immediately, I unzipped his pants and ate that dick up like a lolly pop. After he busted a fat fucking load down my throat, he bent me over and had his way with me.

In my favorite position, doggystyle spanking my ass and calling me a little slut. Before he left my room, he even gave me some money as a little gift. Wow, how sweet, that’s why I love being a slut.

Jacking Off Porn Always Gets You Caught!

Jacking Off Porn

Late‑night jacking off porn habits always tell on you.

That’s why when walking past your room, I saw you jerking off, but I couldn’t look away… The way you were pleasuring yourself was hypnotizing.

All I could imagine was my pussy exactly where your hand was, sliding up and down on your huge, girthy dick. Oh god, I have to hide behind the door, so you won’t see me, because I’m not going to leave until you are finished.

I have to witness the eruption. I can see the precum oozing out already.

God, I need my mouth on that, tasting the salty goodness. Truly, I feel stunned by the precision you have to squirm your sperm perfectly on your tummy.

It is hot, I wish I could lick it off you and make you clean. 

 

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Guided Masterbation with Lia

Guided Masterbation

Oh, baby, you know how much I miss you when you’re not around.

I really could go for hearing you in my ear, whether it’s over the phone or in person, I desperately need to listen to you moan. Hearing you out of breath makes my pussy even wetter.

You know just how much I love to hear the sloppy wet sounds of you stroking your cock. I want to play with my pussy while I listen to you jerk off for me. I miss the feeling of your balls slapping against me as you’re pounding me from the back. I want you to squeeze your dick. Tightening the pressure as you get to the tip, start stroking up and down until you become sticky on your fingers.

I want to hear you pant and moan my name while you think of me as you touch yourself. I want you to Cum for me. I want to see how much Cum of yours. I’m missing out on. Save all that Cum for me so I can drink you up the next time. I see you. I miss the way you taste, and hearing you jerk off for me is only driving me crazy