Now that I’ve established how much I like to fuck a crazed man with too much love and not enough spent cum, and drag the Creampie Phone Sex out of him, let me tell you about a wonderful time. It was mid-winter, and things were actually pretty cold for where I lived. I’d found this one guy taking pictures of this one girl, and I decided I could do with a little heroism with my daily grind. I took his hand mid-picture. “What do you think you’re doing?” He was pretty surprised at being called out. He was more surprised at the gentle pair of lips on his a second later. It overwhelmed him, shocked his system and ordered a reset. Pressed against the wall, I kept it up, overloaded him on purpose. I dragged out every bit of his lust and threw his camera away while thinking about his cum shots on tits, specificaly mine. He didn’t even notice its absence, couldn’t, he was too focused on what was happening right in front of him. That ‘what’ being my top coming off in public, and my red lacey bra coming right after it. Pressing against him, my body urging him while my lashes fluttered and my tongue grabbed his. It took him a moment to grasp that he should be grabbing my ass, pressing me against him and grinding along, but I gave him that long moment because I was enjoying drawing all the crazy to the surface with my tongue work. It’s not public indecency if you’re pretty, then it’s a show. I was about to give a great show using this guy’s cock. He’d never think of that poor girl ever again, he’d be too busy remembering the time my titties squeezed his dick on a campus and I drained him of everything he had all over my face, shoulders, and mams. I’m a slut, and this is how I make bread with cum slut phone sex.
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