The best phone sex is what we wanted to be. Maybe you want to roleplay something. Or perhaps you want to exchange experiences. Maybe you even need a little phone therapy. We can even explore a fetish. That’s the beauty about this job. We can do anything we want, and we can talk about anything we want. The mind remains the biggest erogenous zone anyway.
Plus, we can even party if you like. I talked with a guy for six hours last night. Of course, cocaine was involved. For both of us. I’m an old party whore. The 80s left me, but I never left the 80s. This man wanted me to tell him about every big black cock I’ve ever fucked. Well, honestly, that would take a lot longer than six hours. I’ve been a black cock whore since a young teen girl. Ahead of my time perhaps.
I’m a milf tramp and I attract much younger black guys. So, I told my caller about this young teenage black boy that lives in my trailer park with an almost 14-inch cock. Let that sink in. His cock size is almost as big as his age.
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And the boy still has a few more years of growing left. My caller last night wanted to know how good his cock made me feel. And I felt just high enough to grab this massive black dildo I own so I could re-create the moaning sounds I make on that boy’s cock.
He ate it up too. As high as he was, I did not think he could orgasm. Women no matter how fucked up we get can still orgasm unless maybe we’re passed out. But men? Cocaine makes them want to orgasm but prevents them from actually doing it. But hearing me tell him all about that young, big black cock made him moan louder than me. And he enjoyed an intense cum that shot across the room. Boy, do I love my job. I make great money talking about big black cock and masturbating for hours.
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