To be a submissive slut and give into BDSM phone sex gives me pleasure unimaginable. It’s not every submissive whore who understands the dynamics of luring your dom into mind bending confrontation of pain and pleasure. If the sub doesn’t realize their pain tolerance then how can the master push you beyond your limits? One must inform Master of the replusions and avoidances one has throughout the day so that master can take and use them against you in the most perverse ways possible. I crave a master who is intellectual enough to understand the intimate details that a sub appreciates and can expand say subs sexual comprehension. Finding an excellent Dom is so hard to do.
Category: Sexy phone chat
Sexy Phone Chat with Your New Slave Eliana
Sexy Phone Chat with Your New Slave Eliana is a great way to introduce yourself. I wish to serve you and all of your desires as a good subby whore. My slut body is your playground to use. My mouth may be your toilet to use completely. I fact my holes all belong to my firm and controlling Master. Are you that Master for me?
The reality is that I am an uncontrollable little slut, cunt, or whore… whatever term you prefer to use for a filthy little sperm receptacle like me. I will fuck many guys and have no shame. I need a Master that will take ownership and try and discipline me. At least that is what my daddy thinks I need. He gave up on trying to control me.
Cum eating phone sex is the best part of a night!
I couldn’t help but feel the lust enter my lungs as I took in his magnificent cockmeat against my lips and got ready for cum eating phone sex. I’ve heard some girls waste time doing pointless things like jerking their boyfriends off. I’ve always found that a pathetic excuse to get away from doing anything actually worth his time. You can’t taste how manly a stud is with your hands, you at least have to wrap your tongue around the shaft as you bob and take him in so deep you’re salivating. You can’t feel the head pulse against the inside of your cheek if you’re holding him in your soft hands. You’ve gotta have him begging to fill your mouth, begging to plunge everything he has into your lips and down your dirty throat.
As a cum slut phone sex whore I love the way a thick cock smells. It fills my head so much that all I can think about is that lovely prick filling my needs and fulfilling my chamber. I need his beautiful prick in my throat and his big, heavy balls slapping against my chin with a weight that sends shockwaves down my spine. I need him slapping against me, I need him working himself up without relent. I need his essence taking away all my worries, my stresses, and my existential thoughts. I want to be at harmony with the universe, and nothing gives me that like a huge cock I can worship all night long. Praise be the great big dick that takes away all woes and shoes the way. Sometimes that way is a huge river of cum flowing out of my pussy, sometimes it’s just what’s right. No matter what, if you’ve got as huge a dick as the man I was blowing just last night, admiring the smell and taking him in on an intimate level… Well you’ve got a place on my cock worshiping tongue.
Gangbang phone sex is a fading glory to share
I don’t really remember the gangbang phone sex last night. It was amazing, I know that, because my massive tits are stinging even now. I must have gotten really roughed up. Someone clearly enjoyed what I had to give and decided to get real forceful with my black booty as well as my voluptuous dark body. I never really mind when that happens, it’s something to remember. I love waking up the next morning and feeling memoirs in physical form for the night lost. It’s beautiful, wonderful, and makes me so damn wet I have to find someone to ride the very moment I’m awake enough to hunt. My tits ache in that good way, and that means they need another hit or smack or brutal fuck and rape phone sex fantasies that make enough noise to deafen the world. I’m a superior bouncing pussy whore who can’t get enough of one moment to the next. You want to fuck this, I know you do, so it’s you I’m after when I leave my house and embark on a quest for cock like no other. The illusive you is always my target. I don’t necessarily know who you are at any given time, you change a lot from day to day, call to call, job to job. You are the one who’ll enjoy my body the most at any given moment, the one who’ll call me later after I’m done having my fun. Maybe I’m overcomplicating giant boobs bouncing around and having fun, but it makes it more fun to add a little mental gymnastics to my real-world stretchy bouncy crab-walking gymnastics. My whole body goes on display all the time, and somehow the faint pain of yesterday doesn’t ever stop me cold. It just makes me want to do some slave training and get fucked, hard.
Bukkake phone sex with a slut like me is a dream
I knew the moment I entered the bar full of black men that gave me leer after leer that I’d be having a bukkake phone sex orgy tonight. My bitch masters were going to have me pinned from all sides, getting spunked and reamed until I was a whimpering slut unable to tell her up from down or her cum from the paint. I was here specifically because they requested me, which meant they’d all already paid. The thing my masters don’t tend to get is that I actually enjoy when the men have their way with me, they tend to go limp at the sight of red, which means they’re gentle even in their roughest fantasies. I sighed relief when I didn’t see a single sadistic woman around, and started stripping on the spot without a thought or concern. There was no worry that I was wrong, because they all continued to stare with luscious gazes and horny primal desires as I got ready for cock worshiping. Soon enough my plump tits were out, my beautiful ass was swinging to the wind, grinding on an imaginary dick while my panties slipped to the floor.
I didn’t have to think much longer, the first guy I knelt near grabbed my head and slipped his cock into my mouth. I hadn’t caught when he took it out, I hadn’t really cared either. Someone filled my pussy a second later, and my hands instinctively reached out to grab their prize well before anyone had even started thrusting. I’m one of those sluts the game was made for. If it’s not an orgy were they even really trying? Thing is, there were a lot of guys here and no one was even jerking off onto me. Cowards! I protested, trying to pull my mouth away so I could taunt them into it, but the guy who had my face was hella rough, and that took my breath away… Literally. It was fucking awesome. Extreme fetish phone sex paradise right there.