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Breeding Phone Sex is rough!

Breeding Phone SexHe thrust hard enough to make me feel like a Breeding Phone Sex toy. I wasn’t sure how to react besides clawing at his back and biting his shoulder. I needed something to hold onto, a feeling of sinking my animal instincts into something to keep me in the fuckable moment I’d be thinking back on countlessly during my personal pussy playtime. He made me a fuck tube, a constant grunting, rutting, and insane force pummeling me into a rapidly cumming puddy deserving of more cum than I could possibly handle taking in my sweet fuckable cunt. I felt like I was in a one-woman orgy, and if that was how this night was going to go then I only wished I’d had the foresight to call a few friends over for Gang Bang Phone Sex so they could fill my other holes or at least jerk off over me while he pounds. I wanted to be coated in a thick bath I’d remember fondly when my body ached on morning wake up. He rocked my hips, ground me against him, and needily pumped his dick into me without any desire to match him. An awkward discord of rutting and fucking and pumping my slutty whore pussy. I didn’t want a pattern, I didn’t want repetition or to feel classically good, I wanted chaos that flooded my mind and took over so powerfully I couldn’t help but be tempted to treat him instead of the other way around! With a pace like this I knew he was the kind of stud that comes around and wrecks you for other men and I welcomed it because I wanted to be ruined as much as I wanted to be taken to a fancy restaurant. I wanted to be dripping cum and stretched out like a farm girl after Impregnation Phone Sex. 


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