Humiliation phone sex

humiliation phone sexI kneel and look up.  I’ve sinned against my husband.  Lustful thoughts.  Lustful intentions fill my heart.  The punishment is to be humiliating.  I see the hooded figures jacking off in front of me.  Pulling at their horse sized cocks as I am chastised for my latest debauch–self phone sex pleasure at the expense of my best friend’s husband.

For we are all prone to sin are we not?  But there is a nugget of pleasure in being caught in the act isn’t there?  The feelings of exposure release their own perverted pleasure.  We crave humiliations to satisfy ourselves in a way that no flesh on flesh sexual encounter can.  Fantasy phone sex is that way.  We can build any fantasy really.  The above is but an example of my desire to be punished with facial phone sex.  What’s your desire?  What sort of humiliation piques your erection at night?  What sort of things to do you crave that you cannot tell anyone else about?

Grace 877-792-2457

 

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Big Tits Phone Sex

big tits phone sexYou keep sayin’ you’ve got something for me,
Something you call cum, but confess.
You’ve been jerkin’ since 8am and you’re still jerkin
and now you’ve just conceded that you need the best

These tits are made for milkin’
and that’s just what they’ll do
If you call these tits will milk
that cum right out of you!

You keep trying
When you out to be fuckin’
My gorgeous tits are just the
stuff you need
All you need is lube and
a little adventure
My cleavage is just
waiting for your seed.

These tits are made for milkin’
and that’s just what they’ll do
If you call these tits will milk
the cum right out of you!

Yes, you’ve been to others but after me there is no other. My huge tits are just the big tits phone sex slave to treat those horny, jaded balls. Trust me, I know you need to use these tits to milk the fuck right out of your balls and leave you breathless and satisfied.
Eva 866-692-4872

 

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Cat makes husband watch you pleasure her

Cheating Phone SexL is kneeling at the foot of our marital bed when D crawls up between my open legs.  My pussy lips are dripping in anticipation of the lesson I am about to teach my darling husband.  I think he might be a little jealous as D starts to lick my thighs with his hungry tongue.  Yes, D knows what I need, much more than L does.  L is barely able to stand it.

D is going to write L’s name out in full on my cunt.  He will not use his hands for this, but his very horny tongue.  His tongue traces that name into my indiscreet pussy.  I moan as I feel the orgasm building.  My thighs are trembling as my cunt clenches down–L sees it.  He knows he has made a mistake.
D starts to finger fuck my ass and I cum again.  I love the feeling of his gentle, yet firm finger as he pushes in and out of my ass.  I love feeling him suck on the inside of my thighs leaving his own mark on this married, undersexed woman.  He makes me cum with my ass and then has me ride him reverse cow girl.  He spews his cum into my pussy–my married pussy where L is watching the semen pour from my cunt.  D isn’t done with me though.  He makes me cum again as he eats us both like a swirl ice cream right out of my own sopping wet bowl.
Wanna cheat?  That’s how you do it.  No secrets…out in the open…hell make ‘em watch!

Date night with Cat

milf phone sexI arrived at the mall just a little bit late, but then again so was S. I saw him running up the escalator and upon spying me in my white fur and black slacks he slowed to a fast walk. He kissed me on the cheek and we went shopping together. We visited many stores, my favorite was of course the stores in which fine lingerie and stockings were among the offerings. I came away with several bags. S made a comment that most of the things I bought were not suitable for wearing in public. With a blush in my cheek and a wink–I said I agree, they are for more private encounters.

S invited me back to his place and I briefly thought of my husband. I have always wanted to have a passionate love affair with a tall, debonair man. S was definitely that and then some. I didn’t have to think hard. I decided to go to his place knowing full well I would fuck him.
So when we arrived at his house, located in suburbia America, I was pleased to see that S is an avid reader. We were standing in his library where on the shelves literary classics and erotic combined to form a very interesting collection. I tapped my finger on a copy of “50 Shades of Gray” and I felt S slide up behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around me and told me he’d wanted to touch me ever since he saw me.
I spun around and my hungry mouth found his very accepting one. We toyed with each other’s tongues as we slowly disrobed among his book collection. Falling on my ass to a leather ottoman I started to inspect S’s wonderful cock. He put his hand on the top of my blond locks and I pressed my lips to his cockhead. He tasted great–not freshly showered, yet not stale. I enjoyed having him fuck my mouth the way I know it should be fucked. He enjoyed pulling my hair and having me stare up at him as his immense member slid between my lips. He came in my mouth and I saved every drop for him to lick and suck off of my very tongue–our very own snowball fight laced with nasty.
After about 15 minutes of the best head he’d ever had–he needed to fuck me. I was sopping wet–we by-passed cunninlingus for this time only. He slid that thick dick into my cunt and started to pound my mature, hairy pussy with it. It felt so good and my orgasms were nearly instantaneous. Just as I thought he would not be able to go on anymore his cock started to pump more semen into my wet cunt. He filled me full as we kissed. When I put my clothes back on, I felt his cum on the inside of my thigh. I thought of how my husband does our laundry–I smiled knowing these stains would find his fingertips as he tried to reckon the source.