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Live Phone Sex with Kiya Teasing Your Deepest Darkest Urges

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I hear your voice and it hits me instantly… My body is already reacting before we even start. Live Phone Sex tonight, and my pussy is soaked with anticipation. I stand under the dim light, my fingers brushing over my blouse, slowly undoing the buttons. Beneath, my red lingerie clings tight, daring, teasing, and I can feel how much I want you already.

I bite my lip, whispering, “Do you like this?” letting my voice drip with mischief. I feel my nipples harden against the lace, my stomach tightening as your fingers trace me, even from a distance. Every touch, every brush, every imaginary caress makes me hotter, wetter, hungrier for you.

I slip my blouse off, letting it fall to the floor. The red lingerie glows under the soft light, hugging every curve of me, and I can feel your eyes devouring me. My hands move over myself, teasing, daring you to react. I shiver when I think about how horny I get whenever you touch me, imagining your hands on me, pulling me closer, making me moan quietly into the phone.

I sway my hips slowly, letting the skirt shift teasingly, letting the lace straps brush over my shoulders just enough to tempt you. “Do you like watching me?” I whisper, my voice low and heavy, letting the teasing build. I feel heat spreading through me with every imagined touch, every flicker of your presence.

I arch my back, pressing into the lingerie, every curve highlighted, letting my breath hitch and my voice grow sultry. I’m dripping with need, desperate for your attention, loving how much power you have over me. I tease you with my words, my pauses, my soft moans, letting the tension stretch, knowing exactly how turned on you are by it.

By the time I pull back, I’m trembling, dripping, and soaked with desire, my red lingerie clinging perfectly, and I leave you burning with want. I know you’ll be thinking of me, imagining every touch, every whisper, every teasing moan long after the call ends. And I can’t wait for the next time you touch me, make me shiver, and watch me get even hornier for you Daddy.

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.

Sensual Fantasies sent me to Sex Pot Therapy

Sensual FantasiesSensual Fantasies that I have got me sent to sex therapy. My Mother Thought it would be a good idea. She says I shouldn’t always want to play with my cookie. I can’t help it though My Pussy stays so wet my fingers wander down in my little panties and I just have to have a taste.

My mother is just jealous because her cunt could put the Sahara Desert to shame. She is always catching me finger diddling this tiny little cunt, watching the most perverted porn, or teasing my twin brother with my tight naked body. She sent me to therapy. But what Mother Didn’t count on was…

..me having a crush on my therapist.

Mr. Austin is a sexy older man, Late 30’s.  I do everything I can to flirt with him, and because we talk so much about sex, I try my best to make him hard. Mr. Austin gave me my diagnosis yesterday. It read as follows-  Julie ——–, ,age 19, Diagnosed with Hypersexuality, CSBD (compulsive sexual behavior disorder) and  Nymphomania. Julie shows signs of Problematic Sexual Behavior and Compulsive sexuality.

Which means I’m a Teen Slut That Loves to fuck and Cum….. in a nutshell

After Mr. Austin told me that, I turned on the tears. He tried to console me and tell me that it was okay, and I wasn’t the only one. He hugged me and I wrapped around him. Hugging me tighter and offering words of wholesome encouragement, and reassurance. I began nuzzling his neck, and kissing him softly. My hand slid down to the front of his khaki dress pants and I massaged and rubbed his growing cock.

“Julie, I don’t think you should be doing that”

Mr. Austin didn’t stop me though. I rubbed his cock, made it grow and Harden. I pressed my hand into his crotch, and my other hand played with my clit while I kissed his neck. His manly musk and cologne made me like a feral kitty. Wild and wanting. My kissed became more passionate, and I grabbed Mr. Austins cock, stroking it enough to change his breath and make him move his hips.

“Julie… Stop, you have to stop…this ahhh, um Julie. Uh, ahhh, Julieeeee”

I felt his muscles get tight, ,and then he has a strained grunt as his butt cheeks tighten, and he holds back his thrust. My twat got all warm and tingly. I needed to cum so bad. Mr. Austin chimes in. “Your mother brought you here just in time, we have a lot to unpack with your diagnosis. There is much work to be done…”

I Looked down at the wet spot by his zipper, Listened to his ragged breath as he talked. Smiling I thought to myself, “Mom you were right, I want to get better & I think therapy is just what I need”

 

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Sensual Fantasies with Kiya Moaning Your Name All Night Long

Sensual Fantasies“Mmm… look at you,” I whisper, eyes dragging over you slow on purpose. I step closer, hips swaying in my short plaid skirt, knowing exactly what it does to you. Sensual Fantasies slip from my lips as I smile, biting it just a little. “You always get that look when you see me.”

I sink down beside you on the couch, way too close, my thigh pressing into yours. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I whisper licking the side of your ear, voice low and dirty. “Sitting in class, pretending to pay attention… when all I could think about was ending up right here with you.” I laugh softly. “Bad, right?”

I lean in, close enough that my breath hits your ear. “I love when you spoil me,” I tease. “You make it so easy for me to be your little secret.” My hand slides lazily, not shy at all. “And you love how greedy I get for your attention.”

I shift on the couch, slow and deliberate. “Don’t rush,” I tell you, smirking. “I want you watching me. I want you feeling how bad I want this.” I say your name, dragging it out, letting it sound messy and needy. “You like when I sound like that, don’t you?”

I giggle, then lower my voice again. “I love being your good girl in public and your little nigger slut when we’re alone.” I press closer, letting you feel exactly what I’m doing to you. “You make me feel so wanted… so taken care of.”

I whisper your name again, softer, dirtier. “Tell me what you want,” I say, eyes locked on yours. “I’m right here, and I’m not being shy tonight.” I smile, slow and confident. “I didn’t come all this way to behave.”

I stay close, teasing, dragging it out because I know it drives you crazy. “That’s it,” I whisper, riding your cock nice and slow. “Just relax… let me take care of you.” Another soft sound slips out of me as I say your name again. “All night long.”

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.

Daddy Phone Sex with Kiya The Naughty Sugar Baby You Desire

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I slide into the hotel suite, tossing my backpack onto the plush chair. He’s already there, leaning casually against the counter, wallet thick and eyes glued to me. Daddy Phone Sex had started our little game, but tonight? Tonight, it’s real. My student loans don’t pay themselves, and he loves spoiling his favorite sugar baby.

His gaze rakes over me, and I can feel the effect I have. “Kiya… those lips, that body… you know exactly what you do to me,” he whispers, voice low and rough. I smirk, leaning just enough to let him imagine, let him feel the pull of everything he wants but can’t control. I love it… being addictive, desired, and fully in command.

“Show me exactly what I’m missing,” he whispers, tone sharp with need. I tilt my head, teasing, letting my smile curl. Every breath I take, every subtle movement, drives him higher. He’s caught in my rhythm, chasing my energy, and I let him. Bossy? Always. Spoiled? Without a doubt. Addictive? Absolutely.

He steps closer, voice low, commanding. “Kiya… don’t stop. I need every bit of this, every glance, every tease.” I grin wider with my mouth filled with his cock, pressing just enough to keep him on edge, letting my lips curve in ways that make him forget everything else. His eyes darken, and I know I’ve got him. Every inch of me is a promise, a game, a temptation he can’t resist.

“You’re irresistible,” he groans softly, words punctuated by his desire. I lean in, whispering just enough to keep the fire alive, every syllable dripping with control and playfulness. “Careful… you might get addicted to me,” I tease as I swiftly pull his dick out of my mouth and force it in my slippery cunt. He swallows hard, completely under my spell, and I laugh softly. That’s the power of the pussy… Miss get what she wants, leaving him hanging on every glance, every word, every smirk.

He loves fucking me cowgirl style for whatever reason. Maybe because of how horny he gets, looking at the way my tits bounce up and down while riding his long dick. “Can I keep my dick in your pussy for the rest of the day?”  He asks as he squeeze my lovely round tits. “Of course Daddy, anything for you” I say softly. Towards the end of the night, he’s mesmerized, completely wrapped around my energy, addicted to my presence. 

Nasty Phone Sex Kiya Slutty Mistress Teasing Your Dirty Mind

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I hear the hesitation in his voice before he even speaks. Nasty Phone Sex isn’t just a phrase… it’s my power, my playground, my way of sinking into someone’s thoughts and taking over.

“Please don’t tell my wife,” he whispers, a shiver in his tone, and I can’t help the smirk that curls across my lips. Oh, I love it. I love the way he bends to my words without even realizing it, how my voice alone can twist his mind.

“You’re lucky I don’t,” I whisper, letting my tone dip low, teasing. “Where would the fun be in that?” Every word drips with promise, leaving him imagining things I’ll never fully spell out.

“Get down on your knees, you filthy slut,” he says, trying to flip the script, trying to claim control. I laugh softly, knowing he doesn’t realize who’s really in charge. “Mmm… you think that’s going to work?” I tease, letting him squirm under my voice.

I play him like a melody, my words bending and curling, teasing every nerve I can reach without even being there. I know exactly which phrases will make him tense, which pauses will have him hungering for more. And oh, I savor it.

“You think you can handle me?” I whisper next, letting the question hang. The hesitation in his response is music to my ears. “Yea suck my fucking cock you little worthless nigger slut,”  he screams. Every stammer, every swallowed word, is proof of how deep I’ve gotten into his head.

I let my laughter trail into a slow, deliberate drawl, pulling him further into the space I’ve created. He’s caught, hooked, chasing me with his imagination, shoving my head to his penis, and I can feel the thrill in every second.

When I finally pause, I let my last words linger, knowing he’ll replay them over and over, craving the tease, the tension, the control. My youth, my confidence, my voice… they’re enough to own him completely.

That’s the thing I love most: leaving him thinking, wanting, and emptied completely powerless to resist, all with a few well-chosen words. That’s my magic, my game, my irresistible, and his dirty little secret.

Jack Off For Me Baby I Want You Begging and Moaning For Kiya

Jack Off For MeBaby, you know why you can’t stay away. Every time you slip into my world, every time you call, I feel that hunger in you, that desperate need to forget your life for just a little while. Jack Off For Me, I whisper, letting the thought curl inside your mind, letting you tremble before you even touch yourself. You’re mine when you’re with me, and I love watching you lose control.

I can hear your voice shake when I tell you exactly what I want. I want you on your knees, hands gripping the sheets, moaning my name as you feel me teasing every inch of you. And then, when I’m sure you’re completely worked up, I let you come to me… slowly, carefully, savoring every gasp, every shiver, every desperate moan.

Tonight, I want more. I want your hands on me, your lips devouring me as you push me back against the bed. I love that you’re willing to be greedy, to explore every inch of me while your body presses into mine. You’re so hard for me, trembling, begging, and I take every second to show you just how much I enjoy this.

I straddle you, teasing, letting you feel the heat of me while I guide your hands where I want them. I ride you slowly at first, grinding, letting you feel how wet I am, how much I crave your touch. Then I take you deeper, harder, letting every stroke push you closer to the edge. I can hear your pants, your moans, and it makes me even wetter, even more excited to feel you lose yourself in me.

And when you finally explode, shaking, moaning my name, I make sure every inch of you is completely satisfied. I let you collapse against me, your chest heaving, your mind temporarily mine. That’s right, baby… all of this, every whimper, every gasp, every desperate moment… it’s for Kiya. You came hard for me, fully, and you know you’ll be back again, craving every second of your mistress.

Ageplay Girls Make Great Sugar Babies

Ageplay GirlsAgeplay girls like me are hard to come by. I love being a naughty sugar baby. This weekend Daddy Donnie asked me to do him favor, and he would take me shopping and spend a few racks! It is Close to Christmas after all and he has been so good to me all year! He wanted to Close a huge Deal with a lead. Not Only do I like Taking care of Daddies Cock, I also like helping take care of his pockets, cause it takes care of mine.

I lathered on my charms with Daddies new business partner. Dressed Like a dream girl in a red glittery gown, my tits pushed up to my chin, and my ass jiggling when I walked, under the sleek gowns fabric. I met his partner at an elite Bar downtown. Only the most prestigious men attend. He was an older man, wearing an Armani suit, with 2k shoes. I smelled the money, and it didn’t jingle. My cunt got wet at the whiff of his cologne.

My relentless flirting started, telling him how handsome he was. An arm grab here, thigh squeeze there. Mentioning how horny I get when I drink top shelf Tequila, and him proceeding to buy me some shots. I was so wet, and I was going to fuck the immortal hell out of this man, so Daddy could line my purse with an influx of much needed cash.

We took a can to the nicest Hotel in Cary.

Of course he got the suite. I brought my little overnight bag with filthy, garbage lingerie Money types like him love. I offered to make him a drink while I freshened up. He accepted, and then twirled his fingers in my blonde locks and said..

“Pigtails Please, Julie”

In the bathroom, I rubbed in my bubble gum lotion. Pulled my Hair up in High Piggies with white Bows, and wore the cutest little baby doll nighty. When I came out, Mr. Money bags was already in the huge alaskan king, under the sheets. I crawled to him. Sitting on his lap, and kissing his fuzzy chest. I licked and tickled him with the wet little tip of my taught tongue. Kissing his cock and giggling because it would get so big, and it would “dance”.

He wanted me to ride his lap, and I did. Sliding my wet kitty all the way down of his raw cock. That Rich Cock. Fucking it like I was possessed, and told him to let me know when he was close so I could swallow his cum. So Horny, I needed to taste what a man that rich, with that much money tasted like. I came so hard thinking of how I was going to spend almost all daddies money, after all. I was the one putting in all the work.

The thought made me cum hard on Mr. Money Bags…

He held my piggy tails like handles while I drained his balls. Sucking hard and deep, even when he got sensitive. I wanted to get him for every drop of his cum, and every cent in his pocket. We fucked again that night, this time he bent me over, and fucked me hard. Using my piggies like reigns, and thrashing me with his thick dick. Pulling me back by my hair, and forcing me to cum back to back.

He wants to see me again… I don’t think I’ll tell Daddy Donnie…

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Late Night At The Bar Is Always Fun

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Getting gang banged at the bar by a bunch of dirty old men is always fun! I went to the local bar and decided that even though it was packed full of dirty old men I was going to have a good time. I got on one of the pool tables with a giant mug of beer in my hands and started dancing like a bar whore. Before long I had men all over me, pawing at my clothes and I stripped them off for them and sat down taking their cocks in my greedy mouth. At one point I had two cock in my mouth and a cock in each hand!

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I love the taste of sperm and old man sperm is just amazing! They pushed me down and I had hands all over my sexy tight body. Then I ended up with a train of men fucking my tight slutty little hole. I came as one of them filled my ass with sticky sperm and another slid into my creamy cunt hole. As soon as one man came another cock took his place filling my greedy pussy and gaping asshole full of sperm. By the end of the night I was so full of sperm it was leaking out of both holes.