When you call my phone sex line, you never know what you will get. I am a woman of many moods and many perversions. I am a sex addict and a whore with a fondness for young ones, drugs and anything extreme and taboo. Over the weekend, I met this cute teen girl at Starbucks. She is one of my baristas, but this was first time really interacting with her. I could see she was upset, so I asked her what was wrong. Of course it was boy issues. My wheels were spinning. I knew the cure to get over a boy was to get under a girl. In this case a woman. Me. I offered the vulnerable young girl a ride home. I took her to my home of course. I made her a special cocktail to relax her. Once the special ingredient kicked in, I seduced her. I had my toys ready for her sweet bad pussy.
She wasn’t really that out of it. A little groggy, but not so much she couldn’t resist my advances. I put on my strap on. It is bigger than most men’s cocks. I spit on her little puss and slipped some fingers in to prime her cunt for my 10 inch black dildo. She begged for it. I always give a girl what she wants. I told her she didn’t need a silly boy when she could have a sexy MILF. I slipped my hands under her thighs and thrust in and out of her sweet pussy. She had a sloppy wet pussy with me in charge. I not only fucked her cunnie, but I ravaged her ass too. I was her first anal sex experience. At one point, I had double penetrated her ass and cunt with big black dildos. She let out the sexiest moan then reveled that I was more of a man than her ex boyfriend. I love owning hot teen pussy. My little Starbucks barista is my anal sex whore now. She doesn’t need a boy when she has me.
