White Trash Phone Sex Whore Bobbie Loves Fucking Every Weekend

White trash phone sex calls my name every weekend.  I got pounded by so much cock that my holes are still sore from all the action! It started on Friday night when I met some old friends at a raunchy underground club. The music was thumping, and the atmosphere was electric as we went to the VIP section. As soon as we sat down, two gorgeous guys approached us with bottle service in hand – they must have seen how horny we were just waiting to be taken advantage of.

One of them whispered in my ear, “You look like you could use some dick.” His breath tickled my neck as he ran his fingers through my hair playfully. Without hesitation, I stood up and followed him towards one of the private rooms in the back where there were already several people engaged in various sexual acts. He pushed me onto a table and before I knew it, he had ripped off his pants revealing an enormous cock that practically screamed ‘take me’. And take it I did!

I wrapped my lips around his shaft greedily while watching everyone else get their freak on around us; it only turned me on more knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment catching us mid-act like this didn’t bother either one of us anymore because fuck it – why should anything matter when you’re having this much fun? After what felt like forever (but was probably only 10 minutes), he pulled out abruptly causing me to gag slightly from taking so much length at once He then grabbed my hips roughly and slammed his cock back into me, filling me up completely. I moaned loudly as he began to pound away at my tight little hole while everyone cheered him on. It felt so good being used like this – owned by his massive member that stretched me out more than any other had before. We fucked like animals until we both climaxed together; our bodies shaking uncontrollably from the intensity of our orgasms.

Satisfied yet still hungry for more, I moved onto another guy who was eagerly waiting for a turn with me in line outside one of the darker corners of the room where no one could see us clearly except each other’s eyes full of lustful desire…and maybe some camera phones too (who cares?). This time around it was different though – instead of taking charge myself, I let him take control right from the start which only made things hotter between us! He spanked my ass hard enough to leave red handprints but not too hard where it hurt badly afterward because let’s face itpain equals pleasure sometimes…or most times when you’re as kinky as we are!

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