You might not believe it since I’m so young, but I’m very good at mature phone sex calls. I’ve been told my entire life that I’m an old soul. I’ve never really been into the things young ones my age were into, especially boys my age. I guess you could say I am more sophisticated than my female peers. And I have always preferred the company of men who were older than me. We had more things to talk about. I mean, hey, it’s not always just about sex. It’s nice to get to know someone a little bit before jumping into bed with them.
But of course, sex with an older man is so much better than boys my age. See, older men have been around the block a time or two and know just what to do to make my tight little pussy cum. Younger guys don’t like to eat pussy, but older men put their heads between my legs and lick me and finger fuck me until I have a massive orgasm. And then I make sure they get exactly what they want. After we fuck, there’s always some really awesome, intimate pillow talk. You can’t do that with young guys. Are you an older guy who is looking for a mature young girl? I’ll be waiting for you.
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Mature Phone Sex For A Mature Man
Sissy Humiliation: You Cannot Catfish a Size Queen
Some men need sissy humiliation. I got cat fished on Tinder. I thought that only happened to men, lol. The guy I swiped right for was a 22-year-old beef cake boy with a 9-inch cut cock. What showed up was a 42-year-old loser. He thought I would not catch that bait and switch? Even blind, I would know he was not what I wanted. He made the mistake of assuming because of this virus, that I was somehow desperate. Never. I am a sexy woman. I have standards than have not changed just because of this virus. I lured him upstairs. He thought we were going to fuck, but I had other plans. He needed some tough love and some phone sex therapy. I put him in my closet. He needed to be in girly clothes. He was no man. I was taller than him. He was like 5’3 tops because I am 5’5. He told me big things come in small packages and I called bullshit on him. He whipped out a clit. He had a three-inch nub. My pinky finger could give me more pleasure than his pickle. I laughed so hard; I almost peed my panties. I told him to put on a pair of pink panties. Small dick humiliation was not his thing, but I did not care because he duped me. He was in MY house under false pretenses and I was mad. I was disappointed and pissed off, and he felt my wrath. I made him prance around in panties. I even put him in heels and gave him a make-up lesson. Fucking pussy. He was better looking feminized. He was not a man. Once I got him liquored up, he lost the bravado he had. I think he just gave up trying to fuck me because I stood my ground. Maybe he was just indulging me or perhaps he just needed some forced fem fun. Either way, he has a whole new image now.