Phone Sex Whore Birthday Gift

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I was to be his phone sex whore birthday gift. Waiting for his call, my body wrapped up. The silky fabric hugged my curves, leaving my jiggly tits and ass exposed. The phone rang, as he entered the room. His rock-hard dick throbbed and eager to find my wet holes. “Happy birthday,” I purred seductively, my voice laced with desire. He thanked me as he grabbed the ribbon and slowly unwrapped me like a gift.

Each layer fell away, revealing more of my naked brown skin, his dick grew. “I want you to talk to me like we’re having phone sex while I fuck your chocolate cream pie,” he whispered. I moved my body to give him a view of both of my sweet waiting holes. “Take whichever hole you want, birthday boy,” I said. He began by licking both of my love holes. “I won’t stop until you squirt all over my face,” he promised between licks.

And just as he said, when his tongue entered both of my sweet caves, I exploded soaking him with my juices. Giving him the sweet present he wanted. “Yes baby, that’s it,” he said as he continued to lick my gravy. He flipped me over and spanked my juicy cheeks before slowly entering my tight asshole. Without stopping, he fucked me releasing himself inside of me then pulled out and finishing the rest of his load on my lips. Afterwards, we collapsed onto the bed. “That was the best birthday cake I’ve ever had,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but agree.

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