Phone sex sites are not all the same. I hear from callers constantly about how other companies have girls who sound like they are reading a script or can’t do anything but moan and groan. I pride myself on being a nasty little slut. I have been one for a long time. As a teen girl, I hustled on the streets of Los Angeles. Before long, I was doing coke and porn. There isn’t much I have not done for money. I am not educated. I have street smarts. I know sex sells. Even though I live in an upper middle class home now, I am still that nasty girl hustling on the streets. I have a brood of brats and they aren’t cheap. I don’t need to read from a script. My life is interesting enough to keep you engaged. Plus, if you can hustle on the streets and do porn, you know what men want. I don’t need much direction to know what a horny man needs on a taboo phone sex call. I can size a guy up well. When I was at the mall yesterday with my step daughter’s little girl, I knew what Tony wanted. He was talking to me but looking at her. She is pure P eye candy. Blonde, blue eyes, no tits, no hair on her pussy and full of innocence and wonderment. I know my step daughter is down on her luck too. She has a nasty drug habit, so I help with my step grand baby often. My brood is older, but when my daughters were this young, I rented out their little fuck holes. It kept a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. Having brats isn’t cheap. I offered up my step grand baby for a price I knew was worthy of her virgin hole. You are only a virgin once in your life. I knew my step daughter wouldn’t be upset. She needs the money more than she needs a daughter with tight pink holes.