I’m just the average slut next door. I work hard and fuck harder. I know you’ve seen me around heat thirst trapping in my “fuck me” shorts and sports bra. You can’t help but to stare. My thick ebony cake looks good enough to eat. I know because I’ve had several offers since I moved in a year ago. They want to eat the booty like it’s groceries and I’m a sucker for charity. I love offering up this ebony ass and pussy as a meal. I’m that naughty neighborhood slut that everyone wishes they lived next to. Luckily for you I’m right here within arms reach. My door and sexy legs are always open because what kind of neighbor would I be if they weren’t. The next time you’re staring through the peephole, massaging your throbbing cock or wet pussy to my beautiful naked body suntanning on the balcony, cum on over, Neighbor. Fuck, lick, and suck me like the nasty, dirty neighborhood fucktoy I am.
Category: Fantasy phone sex
Cruel Princess Phone Sex
If you are of the opinion that you don’t deserve a woman like me for princess phone sex, then you would absolutely be right. It takes a real man to deserve someone like me and let’s be honest – you are not a real man. You’re a loser at best and what you deserve is humiliation and cruel treatment from me. You know as well as I do that you’re not fit to even walk on the same ground as me, yet here you are. I can’t do anything about you being here, but what I can do is make you cry and maybe even wish you were never born.
Do you have a small dick? Fat belly? Do you live in your parents’ house still, even at your age? You’re the kind of loser who will be humiliated by me mercilessly. You’re going to be so upset, yet so turned on at the same time. I guess you figure if you can’t get a woman to pay attention to you in a normal way, you might as well get used to the fact that the only way you’ll be getting off is by humiliation. Ready for some now?
Sex Therapist Gets All Choked Up
My ebony pussy dripped and squirted as he stared in my brown eyes and squeezed my throat tighter. The feeling of helplessness and lack of ability to breathe was extremely erotic. He pumped his rock-hard cock deeper into my soaking wet slit. “You like that don’t you, filthy slut?” he asked, finally releasing my neck. I moaned and gasped for air before confirming that I loved everything he was doing. Exploring my client’s dominance fetish was the goal of this hot sex therapy session. We had been discussing his desires, dreams, turn ons, and turn offs, and now we were in phase 2. Time to put his feelings into action. He grabbed my throat with both hands and squeezed tightly. “You remember our safe word?” He asked. I shook my head yes. He smiled slyly, stared into my eyes, and started ramming his thick cock ferociously in and out of my tight, juicy pussy. Tears flowed from my eyes and my chest jumped as I tried but failed to scream out in absolute pleasure. My pussy started pulsating and my sweet cum juices squirted and overflowed. I felt my purring kitty gripping my client’s cock as he watched my facial expressions. I could tell my client’s throbbing dick was ready to explode. He glanced down at his cunt juice covered cock and released my throat from his tight grip. I gasped and breathily moaned our safe word. He pulled his shiny engorged cock out of my slippery pussy, and shot his huge creamy cumload all over my stomach and sexy tits. “Why can’t you be my girlfriend so we can do this all the time?” He asked, still catching his breath. I reminded him that it would violate my sex therapist code of ethics. I grabbed a towel and wiped his warm cum off, while he watched me with a smile.
“Time’s up for today, Sir. See you next week!” I smiled as our session came to a close.























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