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Let’s Get Drunk Phone Sex

drunk phone sex

Back home on the lot, the boys I worked to pay for three things—gas, grass, and ass. It wasn’t just grass; they liked to get shit-faced drunk and have drunk phone sex with me. The stuff those good mid-western boys said when they were phone boning me was incredible. Some of them were rough and forceful when they talked to me. That wasn’t anything; I had my fat ass daddy shoving me down to take his buddy’s dick for real; Nick wasn’t going to break me. Some shy boys got nasty when they got wasted. It was the hottest fucking rush to hear those quiet boys talk mad dirty shit with me.

You can have drunk sex with me anytime, or any other kind of shit we can get our paws on; what do you think? There is a guy at the truck stop that’s been getting some new shit that I love. Let’s have a porn intox phone fuck soon. Don’t you want to get me all mind empty, holes full? I need to get spaced and spunked before I go to the lot later on for some cock cash. What drunk secrets do you have to spill?


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