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Cheap Phone Sex Date: Save Your Money, Let’s Fuck

cheap phone sexCheap phone sex doesn’t mean the quality has to suffer. I am cheap and quality. I always tell guys who ask me out that I am a cheap date. Honestly, I am no spoiled princess. I don’t need a sugar daddy. I don’t need a man to pay my bills or buy me things. I make my own money. I don’t need a man; I want a man. Sure, it is nice to go out to eat or to see a movie, but if I agree to a date, it is because I want to fuck you. Whatever we do before is just icing on the cake. Tony put so much effort into our date that I feared it bankrupted him. He took me to the finest restaurant in town. We only drank top shelf drinks. We went dancing at an exclusive new club. We drove in style too because we were in a rental car. No way he drives a Bentley. He is a construction worker. He was down to impress me, but it wasn’t necessary. I am happy with Netflix and McDonalds to go. Maybe skinny wannabe model types expect the finer things in life on a date, but I am just the girl next door. I am impressed by how you treat me as a person not how much you spend on me. If I even agree to a date, I like you; I am already impressed. No need to take time away from getting busy. I had a blast with Tony, but I wanted to feel his cock inside my wet bald pussy before dinner. I wanted to be fucking him all night long. Eventually, we got to fuck, and it was as hot as I expected, but the hours we spent dining and dancing, we could have spent fucking. Don’t feel the need to get to know me. I am down to fuck at hello.


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