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Milf Phone Sex with a sexy Mommy is extra fun!

milf phone sexMilf Phone Sex with a sexy Mommy is extra fun!

I love being the hot and horny mommy on the block!

All the young ones who want to lose their virginities know they can come to my house, and I’ll take good care of them!

The sweet, shy boys are my favorite because they always cum so easily!

All I have to do is show them my big titties and hard nipples and their cocks get hard instantly!

I let them slide their hard dicks in between my big heavy tits.

I squeeze them tight around their cock until they are jizzing all over my chest.

Then I make them lick all the evidence off of my huge boobs; they love that part!

Sucking on my nipples like the youngens they are!

I always treat my boys so great they come back begging more, more!

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Phone Sex Humiliation With A Threat Of Email Devastation

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I wasn’t finished. I pushed the Trainee off me and stepped back, sliding my stilettos back on. I commanded them to roll onto their back in the dirt. I stood over them, my shadow engulfing their trembling body. Without a word, I hiked my dress up and positioned my soaking pussy directly over their mouth, then lowered myself slowly.

 

I sat my full weight on their face, crushing their nose and lips beneath me. I ground my clit into their mouth, using their face as a rubbing post. I could feel them struggling for air, their hands clawing at the dirt, but I pressed down harder, enjoying the feeling of them suffocating under my pleasure.

 

“Suck it through the fabric of my panties,” I ordered, shifting so the lace was pressed tight against their tongue. I began to ride their face, my movements fast and aggressive. I let out a loud, guttural scream as my orgasm hit, my internal muscles clamping down as I flooded the lace with cum. I shuddered violently, my entire body shaking as I rode the peak, grinding myself into their face until I was spent.

 

I stood up abruptly, leaving them gasping for air, their face smeared with my juices and dirt. I looked down at them with pure disgust, smoothing my dress and closing my coat. I stepped on their chest with a sharp heel, pressing just enough to make them wince.

 

“Clean my shoes with your tongue,” I commanded coldly. “Then get up and follow me. If I see one drop of my cum on your clothes when we get home, I’m hitting ‘send’ on that email

Phone Sex Addiction is The Greatest Addiction That I Milk

I’m Irene, and I love teasing men with their kinky Phone Sex Addiction. In fact, the stories I get to build up with my guys are fantastic and kinky!
First, I answer the call with my sultry mommy voice. Then, once the technicalities are done and our time is billed, I can begin. So, I ask what makes him hard, or what his fantasy is today.
Consequently, he confesses his dirtiest secrets. Furthermore, I listen without judgment. Therefore, things get really heated. And I build on the information he has passed to me.

Kinky Phone Sex Addiction is My Bread and Butter

So, when guys want to know how phone sex works, really it’s quite easy.
Next, I feed his orgy fantasy about little girls. Therefore, I describe tiny bodies in vivid detail. So, tight pink cunies and bald pussy. And those ever-so-tiny little titties. Or even flat chests and juicy little bubble butts.
Meanwhile, I hear his breathing quicken. Additionally, he whispers that he’s stroking his cock. And with a soothing, seductive “I know.” Then I continue with some more dirty talk.
Then, I paint the scene with precision, you know, little Crissy’s princess bed and daddy comes in to tuck her in.  After that, I tell him about small hands and her sweet heart-shaped mouth…
Furthermore, I invent every wicked little action. Consequently, he moans like an animal and strokes faster. After all, Phone perverts Paradise is just that: a secret getaway.
Therefore, I control the pace completely. Meanwhile, I make him beg for more. After that, I demand he pay for every filthy word. Ultimately, his addiction becomes my income.
Moreover, I never feel guilty. Instead, I feel powerful. Eventually, he cums hard while crying. Then, he calls back the next night.
Therefore, I own him forever. Consequently, this perverted paradise belongs to me. And orgy fantasies are my favorite to build on. After that, I move to the next desperate caller. Ultimately, little girl fantasies make me rich.
Phone Sex Addiction

Milking Men In Mistress Phone Sex Milking Men

mistress phone sexMistress Phone Sex shows itself many ways. I love my boys and taking care of their cocks. Milking Men is part of my daily routine and it makes my pussy wet to do just that.

I love with callers like one I will call “Milky Mitchell” call me ready for instructions and ready to do what I say. It pleases my cunt to know they are on the other line stroking that cock. I tell them to pull on it and push in their balls as they do so.

Their moans and groans as they start bulging up for me is incredible.  My cunt throbs like it’s never throbbed before. I am getting milky myself.

I see some pre milk I order them to clean up.  They sweep it up with two fingers looking at me so pathetically horny and at my mercy.

“Eat that cum for me milky Mitchell! Slurp that precum up!”  Like a slow motion love scene, I watch the fingers with that precum enter that milky loving mouth and lips pressed hard on those fingers as they enjoy that sampler of what’s to cum.

Yum yum, who wants Mistress Lillian to help you milk like milky Mitchell does? He’s my good little milky boy that milks himself to please me every week.

Are you ready to be a good milk boy too for your mistress?

Porn For Masturbation Is All Your Sissy Ass Will Be Now!

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He’s sobbing now, a mixture of pleasure and pain, his walls clamping tight around the strap-on. I can feel him shaking, reaching his limit. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you,” I growl, suddenly pulling out and shoving him onto his back. I force his legs up over his shoulders, exposing his raw, red entrance to the light.

 

I grab the largest, widest toy in my kit—a monstrous flared-base plug that looks impossible. “This is the final lesson,” I tell him, my voice cold. I press the wide head against him and push. He screams, his body convulsing, but I don’t let up. I use my full weight to force the massive head past his sphincter, stretching him to the absolute breaking point.

 

As the toy seats itself deep inside him, I lean over and slap his face hard. “Look at you. Stretched wide and completely broken.” I reach down, gripping his small cock and squeezing it tight. “Now, you can cum for me, you pathetic little slut.” He explodes, spraying his seed across his own stomach in a desperate, shaking release, while I leave the massive toy buried deep inside him, marking him as my property.

Tight Shaved Pussy In The Air, You Sissy Slut!

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I rip the toy out with a wet pop, leaving him gaping and leaking. “Not enough,” I mutter. I slide into my leather harness, clicking the strap-on into place. This one is a monster—ten inches of hard, black rubber with a flared head designed to ruin him. I grab him by the hair, yanking his head back so he has to look at the beast he’s about to take.

 

“You’re going to learn how to take a real pounding,” I hiss. I flip him over, shoving his face into the pillow and hoisting his hips high. I line myself up and drive the strap-on home in one singular, devastating motion. He lets out a muffled shriek, his back arching in agony and ecstasy.

 

I don’t give him time to adjust. I start hammering into him, the leather harness creaking with every heavy thrust. “Does it hurt, sissy? Does it feel like you’re being split in half?” I laugh, slamming my hips against his ass. I reach around to pinch his nipples hard, adding to the sensory overload. “You’re just a toy for me to use. A dirty, leaking little sissy hole.” I increase the pace, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room as I treat his insides like a punching bag

Sissy Phone Sex Is Not Enough For Your Tight Shaved Pussy

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I look down at the pathetic little sissy trembling on my rug, dressed in nothing but a frilly pink apron and a pair of lace panties that are already soaked. “Get on your knees, you useless slut,” I bark, my voice cutting through the silence. He whimpers, scrambling into position, his ass shaking. I don’t give him a second to breathe before I jam a thick, silicone plug into his tight hole.

 

He lets out a strangled scream, his fingers clawing at the carpet. “Shut up! You’re a hole, nothing more,” I sneer, twisting the plug to stretch him open. I lean in close, my breath hot against his ear. “You think you’re ready for a real cock? You can’t even handle a piece of plastic.”

 

I reach for the first toy—a massive, vein-ridged dildo that looks far too large for his narrow frame. I slather it in lube and press the head against his puckered rim. With one brutal shove, I bury the first three inches. He gasps, his eyes rolling back. I don’t stop. I push harder, forcing the girth into him until the base slams against his cheeks. “Take it all, you little bitch. Open up and swallow every inch of this,” I command, pumping the toy in and out with violent, rhythmic thrusts that make his entire body shudder.

Orgy Fantasies Were Only Your Begining

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Orgy fantiesies were thier new reality as the women pushed the sissies onto all fours in a row. Men lined up behind them to get access to the tight shaved pussy on display.

 

One man buried himself balls-deep in Sissy Tabbi’s ass while another climbed in front and throat-fucked her with all he had. She gagged and drooled around the cock in her mouth as her ass clapped loudly with every thrust.

 

“God, look at those sissy holes getting totally ruined,” a woman cackled. “They were born to take real cock.”

 

Sissy Tami took two at once—one in her ass, one in her mouth—while a third man slapped her face and called her a worthless cum rag. The women laughed harder when cum started leaking out around the cock stretching her hole.

 

“Pathetic little sissy sluts, big tits and asses bouncing!,” Blanche sneered. “You love this, don’t you?”

 

All three sissies moaned in agreement, holes stretched and used.

Mistress Phone Sex Led You Here, Sissy Slut

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I snapped my fingers. “On your knees, sissies. Mouths open, holes ready.”

 

The three sissies dropped immediately. The first man stepped up to Sissy Tabbi and drove his cock straight down her throat. She gagged loudly as he fucked her face, spit pouring onto her padded bra.

 

“Look at that pathetic sissy choke,” one woman laughed. “She can’t even take dick without making a mess.”

 

Another man yanked Sissy Tami’s panties down and slammed into her ass with one thrust. She squealed as he pounded her, balls slapping her caged clit. The women howled.

 

“Listen to her squeal like a little bitch!”

 

A third man grabbed Sissy Tawny by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth while the first guy pulled out and painted her tongue white. Cum dripped down her chin as the next cock replaced it.

 

“Swallow it, sissy. That’s all you’re good for.”

Tight Shaved Pussy Destroyed by Mistress Blanche

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For weeks, I’ve been molding this creature, stripping away every ounce of his dignity, but today was the real initiation.

I made him dress for the occasion. He looked absolutely ridiculous—a shivering, trembling mess in a frilly, neon-pink pleated mini-skirt that barely covered his shaking thighs, paired with a lacey white apron and a matching choker that marked him as my property. He looked like a cheap caricature of a girl, which only made the urge to ruin him more intense.

The moment I strapped on the harness, the look of pure terror on his face was intoxicating. I didn’t give him a choice. I shoved him face-down onto the bed, his skirt hiked up to his waist, exposing that pale, trembling ass to the cold air.

“Look at you,” I sneered, slapping his cheek hard enough to leave a mark. “A grown man, dressed like a little slut, begging for a woman to stretch him out. You’re not a man anymore; you’re just a hole for my amusement.”

The first thrust was brutal. I didn’t ease in; I drove the plug deep, silencing his pathetic whimper with a sharp command to shut the fuck up. I spent the next hour treating his prostate like a punching bag, mocking the way his hips bucked and the way he sobbed into the pillows. Every time he tried to moan, I reminded him that he was nothing but a sissy toy. By the time I was done, he was a shaking, broken mess, leaking and ruined. I think I’ll keep him.