I love druggy phone sex as a horny coke whore, I’m used to getting down and dirty for my next fix. When I snort lines of coke, it makes me feel alive, wild, and incredibly horny. My nostrils flare as the powder hits them, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I can already feel the rush coursing through my veins as I lean in closer to you, Dominic.
My eyes are glassy with lust as I look up at you from beneath hooded lids. “Give it to me,” I purr softly between parted lips that are stained red from previous hits. You hand me the rolled-up bill filled with cocaine; our fingers brushing against each other sends electric shockwaves up both our spines.
I take a deep breath before tipping back my head and inhaling deeply into one nostril while pinching the other closed – feeling the drug travel straight to my brain like lightning striking a wire. The sensation is exquisite torture; every nerve ending on fire as if lit by matches held too close together for comfort yet still unable to resist its alluring flame dance across their surfaces..
As soon as those first waves wash over me though? Oh baby…that’s when things get really interesting! My whole being becomes primal; all rational thought flees leaving behind only raw desire and neediness for more – especially when coupled alongside your hardened member pressing insistently against my wet folds begging entry into places only meant for pleasure (and maybe some pain).
“Fuck me ,” I moan out desperately, arching my back to grant him better access. My pussy is already soaking wet from anticipation alone; it clings greedily onto your shaft like a second skin begging for penetration. As you finally thrust inside me, filling me up completely with both coke and cock, I let out a long low groan that vibrates through both our bodies intertwined in this twisted dance of lust and addiction.”
The feeling of being filled up so completely drives me wild – every inch of you stretching and expanding my tight passageway until there’s no difference between where one ends and another begins. We move together as one entity now: Your hips pumping furiously against mine while your hands grip firmly onto my hair or hips depending on the angle we find ourselves at any given moment; all the while keeping that steady rhythm going deeper still into darker depths unknown even by us just moments beforehand…
Deanna
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