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Blackmail Phone Sex with Demi

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I saw your ad on that fetish website, about how vanilla and lame your wife is . You wrote all about your fetishes; stockings and diapers and all sorts of other kinky things. I contacted you and you eagerly called. You wanted to get on the webcam, and I did, gladly. This made my blackmail phone sex plan much, much simpler. After collecting your info I stripped down to my stockings and bra. I turned on my cam, yours which was pointed at your rock hard cock. I told you to show me your face, which you did. I turned on my recorder and showed you with my tongue exactly how I would suck your cock. I stood up, turned around, bent over and showed you my tight little asshole. I told you to take your wife’s dildo and shove it up your ass, and you did without hesitation. You came hard and fast; the biggest load you’d ever shot, you claimed. I laughed. “I need you, Demi” you whined. “I’ll leave my wife. I need to feel your pussy” You’d been bitching about her during our whole conversation. I saw the fear in your eyes, though; I’ve heard the story before. You kept looking at the bedroom door, your wife had her grip so hard on your balls that you were terrified to get caught. “You’ve already paid $60 for a 30 minute cam call” You nodded, not comprehending yet. “I’ve recorded our whole conversation. You will pay me $140 more dollars or I will send this video to your house” Your jaw dropped at the thought and I laughed. I’m your dirty blackmail mistress phone whore. And you’d better do everything I say. Or you will pay, in more ways than one.

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