Cum Eating Phone Sex of Donatella Getting Her THROAT Fucked

Cum Eating Phone SexI’m sitting here, practically vibrating with need, just thinking about the invitation I got from my favorite new caller, Steven. He’s home all alone in that big house, and he told me he needs some “company” to finally drain his heavy balls completely. Engaging in cum eating phone sex with him is the only thing on my mind right now because I know exactly how it’s going to go down. 

I can already hear his deep sexy voice over the line, getting me all worked up as I tell him how much I wish I could just “sleep with his balls” in my mouth every single night. I want to feel the weight of them against my chin while I work my way up to that thick, “throbbing cock”.

“Fuck my throat, baby,” I moan into the receiver, closing my eyes and imagining him standing right over me. I want him to use me like his “personal sex slut” that I am, pushing past my limits until I’m gasping for air. “Cum in my pussy, Steven! Keep fucking me, Steven… HARDER… HARDER!” I’m screaming it now, lost in the fantasy of him taking total control of my body. 

I need to feel that friction, that raw power that only a man like him can provide when he’s determined to empty himself inside of me. He’s right there with me, growling back that he loves hearing the wet, messy sounds of his “balls slapping against my clit”. It gets him so pumped to see my “pretty black pussy” soaking wet and ready for him.

I want to be his absolute toy, his “personal vessel” for everything he needs to release. Every word he says gets my clit soaked, imagining the moment he finally loses it. I’m telling him to use my throat as his personal playground, to not hold back even a little bit. “I’m your sexy black slave, Steven, just breed me and use me however you want!” 

The thought of him hitting the back of my throat while I struggle to take every inch is making him lose his mind. I want to feel that rhythmic thud, that relentless pace that tells me I’m doing my job perfectly. By the time he’s reaching the peak, we’re both breathless. I can hear him straining, his voice dropping an octave as he prepares to “paint my face”. 

I want to feel that warm, “thick cum” splattered all over my “juicy nigger lips”, dripping down my chin and my “perky nipples” while I lick up every single drop. I’m hungry for it, Steven. I’m here to take all your stress away and make sure those balls are completely empty before I’m through with you. Every hole I have belongs to you, so come and take what’s yours baby.

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