Sure, we can have drunk phone sex if you can’t get your dick hard enough to shove it inside of my pretty paid pussy. We can even cyber if you don’t think I’ll be able to understand your slurred words enough to get you off. I mean, as long as you can see the keys on your keyboard, Guy. I don’t know, you’re fucking trashed, though.
I really thought that ice we just demolished would get your drunken dick going enough for me to do something with it, but you really must’ve pickled yourself today if doing lines off of my cash collecting cunt couldn’t even get you hard. There might be a little dust coating the inside of the bag if you think it’ll help, but I kind of think you’re done for the night.
Why don’t you just go home, get your cum rag out and give me a call so you can jack your own crank while I dirty talk you toward the crazy, chemical fueled orgasm you’re after? You know nobody can jerk it like you can yourself and, if it doesn’t work out for you, you’ll save a lot of money on your trashed transaction for the night. That cyber idea might be perfect for you, but if you start sending messages like “I’mnf inding ouyr palausy an whoote coont” then you really should just keep ahold of that cash and save it for when you’re more coherent and ready to cum inside of a cum guzzling slut.
It’s up to you though, I know you really want to juice your sloshed junk now. I’ll gladly help you out, but you obviously are in no shape to try to fuck me. Want me to put it in my mouth and see if I can get it to grow?











I squeezed and jumped at the same time as his thrust into my big white tits, his thick cock pumping away like they were toys to be used and abandoned immediately after he was done cumming for the next Phone sex line whore. It made me smile, being valued like that for a moment before reality came back and I had to jump as he slapped my tits and made my spine tingle. He clearly wanted to spank my thick bouncy ass, but here I was under him, letting him fuck away at tits too nice for him but by no means out of reach, and that’s just too much distance for his rough hands to get anywhere but my face and jugs. I was grateful he chose to get his abusive impulses in making my pussy twitch and my insides tremble by abusing my knockers, and not by giving me a black eye. Customers don’t tend to like Hookers for hire who are already bruised at the moment. He ground his fingers into my nipples, trying to make me cum before him, and I couldn’t help but close one eye in concentration to not do just that. It was a lot, and he knew just the right buttons to push while furiously fucking forward and smacking his balls against the valley between my jugs. That concentration was lost immediately when he pinched my nipples and made me salivate in shock. I piped up with energy to spare, gripping my tits and aggressively pumping them along his cock. I’m enthusiastic to a fault, joyful as far as whores go, and I wasn’t going to let him beat me! I pumped them faster and faster, trying to challenge him, and he responded by slapping my tit hard and leaving a red clap mark that had my toes curling. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!” My mouth opened wide, my eyes filled with bliss, my cheeks flushing and my primal need rushing, I couldn’t help but rapidly lose myself grinding him with my fluffy bliss. I left no room for thought, just a single-minded need to make him cum, and to my joy I found myself covered in a powerful potent spray of jizz, opening my mouth for Cum eating phone sex.






