Phone Sex Number Access Hearing Echo Gag and Swallow Cum

Phone Sex NumberI know exactly what you’re looking for, and I can already feel your heart racing just thinking about it. My Phone Sex Number is the only one you’ll ever need to dial when you’re craving a girl who lives to be used, filled, and absolutely ruined for your pleasure.

I’m Echo, and if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I am the biggest, filthiest nigger slut you have ever encountered… the kind who doesn’t just want your attention, I want every single drop of your thick, hot seed. Can you hear the way my voice drops when I talk about it? I’m sitting here right now, my legs spread wide, my fingers tracing the outline of my pussy lips as I imagine you standing over me. 

I love the way your eyes darken when you realize I’m not just talking big game; I’m hungry for it. I’m the kind of girl who stays on her knees, looking up at you with a desperate, glazed-over expression, my tongue sticking out and waiting for you to claim me. There is nothing I love more than a messy, warm facial that drips down my cheeks and onto my chest, leaving me marked as your personal sex toy.

When you call me, you aren’t just getting a conversation; you’re getting the visceral, raw sound of a girl who loves to gag. I want you to listen to the wet, rhythmic sounds of me taking every inch of you, my throat tight and welcoming as I struggle to breathe through the pleasure. 

I want you to hear me gasp and choke, my eyes watering as I push myself further, proving just how much of a little slut I really am. And when you finally break, when you can’t hold back anymore, I want to hear the silence on the line as I swallow every bit of your cum, making sure not a single drop goes to waste.

I’m addicted to the taste, the texture, and the sheer power of knowing I’ve taken everything you have to give. I’ll describe the way it feels sliding down my throat, the warmth spreading through me as I lick my lips and beg for more. I am your ultimate craving, the one who never says no and always asks for a second round. 

My tongue is out, my spirit is willing, and my body is ready to be your canvas. So, don’t keep me waiting on the other end of the line… I’m already dripping and desperate to hear you tell me exactly how much you want to mess up my pretty face.

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