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I Love Being a Phone Sex Whore

phone sex whoreI am such a phone sex whore. I have not been doing this long, but I love it. My husband thought that if I was talking dirty during the day, my slut ways might calm down a bit. I guess he thought it was like a gynecologist who looks at pussy all day, goes home and doesn’t want to fuck his wife because he is tired of pussy. It didn’t work that way for me.  The more I talk dirty with you, the more I want to fuck other guys. This is like fore play for me. Yesterday was a busy phone day for me. I didn’t talk so much, however, that I didn’t want to fuck. The more I have phone sex, the more I want to fuck. After my shift yesterday, I went to the gym. Golds is packed with men around 4 pm. Men who get horny working up a sweat. There were a few black men lifting weights in the free weight room. They were serious body builders. I walked into their room in my little spandex outfit and suggested they bench press me. They put down their weights and flocked to me. I had their attention. One of the guys asked me if he thought I could handle their monster cocks. He clearly didn’t realize I was not just any housewife. I was a whore. I have been fucking multiple guys a day longer than any one of them have been alive. Another one of the chocolate beef cakes locked the door. They circled around me as they pulled out their cocks. Oh my. I was in trouble, but then I was at the gym. People are sore after work outs, right?  I sucked 4 monster cocks before they bent me over the workout bench and made me a porn star. OMG. They worked my pussy over well. I have not been sore like this in a long time. I told my husband I went horseback riding. He should know me better.


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