Discreet phone sex? I am not a discreet woman. I flaunt my affairs to my husband. Sometimes, often actually, he watches me. But I understand than my phone lovers cannot let wives find out. I keep your horny secrets. In fact, I love trading secrets. My husband knows about all my indiscretions. He even knows about me seducing my father as a young schoolgirl. I had a rivalry with my mother. Plus, she shamed me for masturbating and took me to a shrink as a schoolgirl. What the fuck? I was labeled a nymphomaniac. I had a love hate relationship with my mother. She was just so puritanical. I seduced my father. It was not easy to do either. He had a strong moral code. I had no moral compass. I wanted revenge on my mother, but I was also so horny. I was not a virgin when I seduced daddy. I had fucked many of his friends and even a few of my teachers. I was already a more experienced lover than my mother when I was still a little girl phone sex slut wannabe.
Daddy and I had an affair for years. I was daddy’s little girl in the 80s. I went to college and met my much older husband. I guess I have a thing for daddies. Older men can just please me better, but one is never enough. And now that I am 55, older men have dick issues. My libido has always been high. It has not slowed down with age at all. That is why now I have a lot of young lovers, my sons and stepsons included. I am a horny milf. I love to fuck. If older men cannot keep up with me, I am going to have as many young lovers as I want to compensate for their declining libido. This phone sex whore will never stop fucking.
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