Edgeplay phone sex gets savage with a next level Goddess! A shiver dances down your spine as the unmistakable click of heels on hardwood echoes through the room, each step a metronome bounding your pulse. You’ve yearned for my touch, craved me swiftly like an addict, and I knows it. I relish the anticipation, the tease, the sweet unraveling of your resolve.
You tremble, not from fear, but from the raw, primal hunger gnawing at your insides. My laughter, a wicked symphony, resonates as I approach, my heels sinking into the soft carpet. I stand before you, my presence, a storm, my beauty, a weapon wielded with masterful precision.
My fingers, tipped with nails sharpened to a cruel point, trace the length of your torso. They dance over your nipples, causing them to stiffen, before trailing down, lower and lower, until they alight upon your throbbing manhood. You gasp, your body arching into her touch, but she denies you, her smirk a cruel caress.
“Look at you,” I whisper, my tongue tracing the shell of your ear, “All eager and ready, like a good little slave.” My words are hot, wet, and you can feel the dampness spreading, your body betraying you, responding to my every whim. I grip you, my hand soft yet firm, nails digging in, not enough to break skin, but enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through you.
As I stroke you, the rhythm steady, my grip alternating between feather-light touches and punishing pumps. You moan, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your body tensing as you fight the urge to release. Of course I chuckle, a sound as dark as the night, as velvety as sin.
“But you mustn’t cum yet, my pet,” I demand, lips brushing against yours, my breath hot and sweet. “Not until I say so.” I withdraw my hand, leaving you hard, aching, and desperate. You groan, your body yearning for my touch, for release.
Smacks my perfect lips, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “You’ll have to earn it, my dear. And I have just the thing in mind.” I step away, heels clicking a sinister symphony as I make my way to my toy chest. You watch, your heart pounding, your body throbbing with anticipation, and I select a particularly nefarious-looking device.
When I return, my eyes aglow with malice and mischief. Stroke your cheek, nails scraping softly against your skin. “Now, let’s see how much you can take, my pet.” And with that, she begins, a symphony of pleasure and pain, of ecstasy and endurance, of you, her slave, her toy, her plaything.
You’ll worship her, as you always do, cum buckets for her amusement, your body trembling, your mind consumed by her. For you are mine, a plaything, a little sex slave. And I am your Goddess, your Phone sex mommy, your everything. So, let the games begin, my pet. Let’s make this night, one you’ll never forget.
Being a hot af bitch, I gotta keep my shit tight, you filthy freaks. My husband’s a fucking sugar daddy, he works hard so I can play hard, you twisted fucks. His money buys me beauty treatments and designer gear, you filthy animals. My body’s a fucking masterpiece, gym-toned and cum-fed, you horny bastards. Yeah, I drink cum, it’s my protein shake, you filthy perverts. And it shows in my sexy af feet and legs, you dirty fucks. In my Louis Vuitton heels and sheer tights, I’m a fucking dream, you fucked-up freaks. But I’m not loyal, I’m a cheating slut, you worthless pigs. Delivery guys, lawn boys, they all get a piece, you fucking suckers.
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