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Dirty Phone Sex can be a mind fuck for real. First off the fantastic things we talk about that lead us into a frenzy of self fucking until we are wasted by the fantasy. In fact we enjoy watching filthy porn together and I am enhancing that experience.
Every so often I get a guy that will call me for hours and we are just talking dirty and watching lots of BBC porn. Honestly it’s so much fun. But what’s even better is that he is a pathetic one that craves to be that slut. Yep the one that services all of those big black cocks.
It’s true that I come across many men that crave to be sissy faggot BBC lovers. And I am totally cool with that. Nothing I love more than to humiliate and help them find their place in the BNWO (Black New World Order). Maybe you?
Obviously you won’t be the first to confess to me your need for dick. In fact I am a bit of a regular at being the Dom Goddess for sissy fags. And it is true I do enjoy the big blacks in pink holes.
Jack off for me, and earn your spot on my Humiliation Wall. When you tell me all of the self degrading things you enjoy, I get a good laugh. In fact I even get paid to simply laugh at pervert losers. It’s my pleasure, for sure!
Yesterday I had this guy that told me his favorite self degrading thing. It’s really quite humorous, and fucking sick. So this one loved to go out in panties and diapers on. She would wear a sissy princess dress that was nice and short. So her panties stuffed with her diapered ass and clit – truly this looks so pathetic.
Well it doesn’t stop there. Nope. In fact far from it. Well she will go and visit a Mall and walk around looking ridiculous. To illustrate, she would wear her lipstick in bright red and smeared. She would were big eyelashes and heavy eye shadow. Even a Brown bob wig. Then she would have on platforms and walked around showing off her ridiculous persona.
But it does not stop there! Nope. This little Sissy used up blow up doll freak would wet those diapers. She would go into the Bedrooms displays and into a little princess bed and lay there crying that she wet her diaper.
Obviously this one deserves her place on my wall of humiliation, doesn’t she?
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.
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
Want me to get nastier?
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.