Dirty Phone Sex is an ultimate pleasure when men like you submit to hot babes (like me). So when I hooked a cocky mother fucker with a decent dick at the bar, I took control. He thought he could just call me baby and drool on me, wrong.
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Matt had a raging erection when I got him down and straddled his chest. As my skirt hiked up, visibly no panties, with a bare pussy, dripping inches from his face.
“You want this?” I teased, spreading my lips with two fingers. Eagerly showing him how wet I was, my clit swollen and begging.
As He nodded, panting, and drooling, I laughed.
“Beg me, bitch.” He did—“Please, Gemini, let me taste you”—and I sat on his face. Quickly grinding hard, smothering him with my cunt, juices running down his cheeks as he licked, sucked, tongue-fucked me deep. Soon I gripped his hair, rode him till my thighs shook, screaming as I came. And my juices gushing all over his mouth as I let loose drowning him in me.
But I wasn’t done—I never am. Next I slid down, and ripped his jeans off. Boy did his cock sprang up—thick, veiny, leaking precum like a faucet. Oh but I didn’t touch it yet. Instead, I grabbed the lube from my nightstand, slicked my fingers, and shoved two into his ass. With no warning, curling them till he yelped, bucking against the restraints.
There I am fucking him slowly, and watching his dick twitch. He was moaning, incoherent, and I owned him—every squirm, every gasp and every drop of precum.
Finally, I climbed on, sank onto his cock, tight and hot, my pussy clenching him like a vice. But no, I didn’t ride him soft. In fact I slammed down, hips rolling, tits bouncing, nails gouging his chest.
My final words were “Don’t you dare cum” .
I snarled, slapping his face, and he whimpered, fighting it, his balls tight under me. This is control.
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