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Crackwhore Anal Slut Bobbie Gets High and Fucked in Druggy Phone Sex
Druggy phone sex gets me by every day. As the coke courses through my veins, I feel an intense heat spreading between my legs. My cunt is on fire with desire, and all I can think about is getting fucked hard. My trailer trash uniform of cut-off shorts and a tight tank top barely contain my assets as they jiggle excitedly in anticipation.
I strut over to Damon, leaning into him seductively as I run my fingers through his hair. His hard dick presses against me, making me moan in delight. “You’re such a big boy,” I purr, wrapping one hand around him and stroking up and down his shaft while sucking on his neck hungrily. “Gonna fill this dirty whore up with your cum.”
Without further ado, I bend over the nearest surface – be it a chair or countertop doesn’t matter – presenting myself to Damon for some rough sex action. He grabs hold of my hips firmly before slamming into me hard enough to make stars explode behind my eyelids. The friction feels incredible; every thrust sends shockwaves straight to my core where they ripple outward in delicious waves of pleasure/pain mixed together perfectly by the drugs coursing through our systems like electricity powering up an engine ready for takeoff!
As we fuck furiously against each other under cover darkness provided only by dim light bulbs hanging overhead casting eerie shadows across our bodies intertwined like tangled vines growing wild amidst decayed urban ruins left abandoned
As we continue to fuck furiously, I can feel Damon’s cock pounding into me harder and harder. My cunt is stretched wide around him, taking every inch of his thick shaft as he slams into me over and over again. The friction is building up inside me, making my muscles clench and release in rhythmic waves.
I reach down between my legs and start rubbing my clit, feeling the sensitive nub swell under my touch. Damon groans in response, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he senses how close I am to coming.
Suddenly, a wave of intense pleasure washes over me and I let out a loud moan as I cum hard around Damon’s cock. He grunts in response, his hips jerking wildly as he unloads deep inside me.
As we both collapse onto the floor, exhausted but still twitching with aftershocks of pleasure, I look up at Damon with a sly grin. “That was just the beginning,” I whisper seductively before leaning forward to take his softening dick back into my mouth.
Damon groans in delight as I suck him back to hardness, ready for round two…
Phone Sex Sluts Know How to Make a Dead Man Cum
Phone sex sluts enjoy masturbating. I masturbate on my calls, and I masturbate in front of my offspring. And sometimes I even do it for clients. One of the perks of being female is that we can literally cum all day long. And I know that makes a lot of men jealous. A benefit of being female I suppose. Plus, giving life.
My husband arranged a special date night for me last night with a client of his. This guy is a multi-billionaire. He owns a bunch of hotels. And he’s hired my husband several times to design parking structures for his hotel. So, that’s what my husband does. He’s an architect.
However, this guy likes to hire women to help him orgasm. Although I married an older man, this guy could be my husband’s father. He’s in his early 80s and still horny. But he just needs the right incentive to get his old dick hard. And my husband knows I know something about that.
Hookers for hire need certain skills. And sometimes those skills include making old men orgasm like they were 20 again. Although my husband did offer up our youngest daughter, he wanted somebody closer to his daughter ‘s age than his great granddaughter ‘s age. So, we played daddy daughter games. And in my 40s I rarely roleplay the daughter.
A Sexy Whore Knows How to Make a Dead Man Cum
Our time together began with a sexy strip tease. I even twerked my fine ass in daddy‘s face. He likes to smell butt and I don’t judge. After that, I masturbated for daddy. Showed him my shaved, bald pussy and fingered my juicy pink slit for him. Daddy told me just how to rub my kitty. I could see that our daddy daughter roleplay started working because his dead dick came to life. And all I could hear in my head was that Rolling Stones song “Start Me Up.” Perhaps, I felt like I made a dead man cum.
But I’m around enough young girls so I knew just how to talk like a daughter. And I suppose you could say I have daddy issues. Mommy issues too. But that’s because my parents never loved me. So, I served as a cash cow to fund their meth habit. This guy treated me with love. Just a rich old man who struggles to orgasm and fantasizes about his daughter. And I have no doubt plenty of men like that exist in the world. Rich and poor.
Eventually, I ended up riding daddy‘s dick. And he said that I gave him his first cum in a decade. He could stay hard enough to cum inside my sloppy wet pussy. Never underestimate the power of roleplay. Sometimes it just takes a little extra for some men to orgasm. But a whore knows all the tricks in the book to make a dead man cum.
Cum Guzzling Slut Is What They Call Me
I’m shaking, not just from the crack still humming in my veins, but because this massive black cock is hovering right in front of my face. He’s a beast, skin dark as midnight, and his dick is a fucking monster—thick, veiny, and leaking pre-cum that smells like raw sex. I don’t waste time talking; I just open my mouth wide and slide my lips over that huge head.
Gulp.
I take as much as I can, my throat stretching and straining as I bury the shaft deep. He doesn’t hold back, gripping the back of my bleached, messy hair and slamming his hips forward. I gag, my eyes watering, but I love the feeling of being choked out by a BBC. I suck hard, swirling my tongue around the rim, making loud, wet slurping noises that echo through this shitty trailer.
He starts fucking my throat in earnest, rhythmic and brutal. Every thrust hits the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow air and spit. I can feel the heat of him, the sheer girth stretching me open. He groans, a low rumble in his chest, and then he’s peaking.
He pulls out just enough to aim, and then he blasts. Thick, hot ropes of cum explode into my mouth. I don’t let a single drop go to waste. I swallow every heavy glob of seed, gulping it down greedily, licking my lips clean until I’m tasting nothing but him.



















