I’m not just a whore. I’m a certified phone sex whore. A few dollars can get me to whisper the kinkiest nasties things in your ear. I don’t have a limit to what I will say, or a dirty idea I won’t cum to. The nastier the better. One of my most recent phone daddies was ashamed that I wasn’t taking full advantage of my sexy body and wanted me back on the streets. He sent me an absolutely slutty little outfit. I own bathing suits that covered more than the skimpy tube top and coochie cutters. He told me to go to the busiest area of my city and stand on the street corner. I wasn’t allowed to be picky or negotiate prices. I was to hop in the first car and onto the first dick that pulled up on me. The John didn’t even get a chance to tell me what he wanted before he was balls deep in my throat. He had to pull over to stop from crashing the car. He didn’t seem to mind being gobbled up. He forced my head down even deeper and told me to lick his sack with a mouth full of pole. I did as I said until I was choking on him. I could feel his cock twitching in my fucking esophagus. But that’s not where I wanted him to cum. Instead, I joined him in the front seat. I dropped this fat ass on his slime covered cock and felt him split me in half. I milked that white dick with my puckered fuck hole until I could feel his cock twitch and pump me full of nut. Can’t wait to tell my phone sex daddy what I did last night.
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