White Trash Phone Sex

white trash phone sexWhite trash phone sex never has any limits. Guys ask me all the time what my limits are. I have none. We have a vanilla site, but this isn’t it. I couldn’t do vanilla phone sex. I wouldn’t know what to talk about. Would you? I want my sex dirty, even nasty. My life would make a porn star blush. Seriously, I have done more in a week than most women have in a lifetime. I clean up nicely, but I am whore at my core. My eldest daughter and I were at this swank political fundraiser last week for a man running for local congress. We have been to a few of his fundraisers. If people knew the things this man is into, they would be shocked. He is a client of my husband, but we keep his dirty little secrets because he pays us well. He doesn’t pay us to keep quiet. We aren’t black mailers. He pays us for golden showers sex. This fine upstanding congressional hopeful from an Ivy League school and old school money, likes young girls to pee on him. He even likes me to pee on him too. He wants my daughter on the campaign trail with him. He got her an internship. Folks think she is a future lobbyist or campaign manager, but she is just a young hooker for hire. Before he gives any public speech, my jailbait daughter pisses in his mouth and on his dick. If it is a local event, I join in on the fun. He loves the idea of a mother and daughter pissing on him together. I don’t judge. I collect the money and pass go. What dirty little taboo secret do you harbor? My daughters and I are good at keeping secrets and pushing your limits. We don’t judge your kinks. We all have them.

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