I think that the best phone sex happens when you can fuck to some good tunes. I keep a lot of lovers, but one of my favorites is the lead singer of a very famous rock band. Ozzy knows how to party, and it makes me wet every time I go over to his place. I remember when he took me on a long vacation in Barcelona. We spent the entire time high as fuck, fucking our brains out.
The plane ride there was handsy for him. He fingered me to the beat of Crazy Train as we soared over the Atlantic. It was so hard not to moan extra loud, not to squirt too much. The way his delicious fingers curled up inside of my pussy, it was like he was playing me like an instrument. I came hard, and we got many scolding looks from the airline attendants and fellow passengers alike. The entire cabin reeked like the best phone sex pussy you’ve ever known for the rest of the ride, but Ozzy was content and licked his fingers clean.
By the time we landed and got to the resort, he’d made me suck him off on the taxi ride from the airport. He’d spurted a hot load in my mouth, and made me carry it from the cab all the way into the hotel suite. Upon entering I swallowed down that cum and then saw a beautifully decorated bed as Black Sabbath blared from the stereo system. Ozzy cut us up some hot lines. The thick type I like to cut and snort while I’m doing some of the best phone sex sessions. Coke always makes me drip, and Ozzy knew this.
He threw me back on the bed and used his tongue to sing Iron Man against my clit. He wasn’t even halfway through the song when I was ready to squirt all over his face. I came hard over the second chorus, and Ozzy drank up my pussy juice while the music played around us. We spend the next six days non stop fucking while we listened to his music.
Ozzy's Slut, Amara
(800) 251-1696 ext 823
All Credit Cards Accepted
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