Don’t you wanna forgot Thursday night?… The barely legal phone sex calls had you hard but sweating. Halloween night and they you are calling me up to discuss drugs phone sex, all of em. Grannies taking coke shots up nostril and little ones eating roofies like tic tacs. I mean, Halloween night was the night of giving treats after all. I bet all those crossdressing phone sex chats you sent before sundown got you nice and ready for the night of butthole tricks and mommy treats. I bet you don’t want your wife to find out about the Mommy treats? Naughty naughty boy tasting the treats of mothers and their daughters delightful treats that night.
Surely you don’t want this getting out in the office that you call a hypnosis to drown to drown you of your sorrows lol? But I don’t judge. Trust. I just want you to fantasize until your cock’s content. And by content I mean leaking all over my couch and milking itself out in my basket. Or maybe my asshole. Who knows?