
“Oh yes deeper- right there, rub my prostate dirty bitch!” you moaned at me as my tongue stuck deeper down into your ass and I juggled your balls while stroking that cock. “I’m your dirty bitch babe” I moaned back as I spit and sucked that tight asshole of yours. Mmmm I need your tongue all over my cunt and in my ass but only after you fuck these big tits. I need to feel that big juicy cock throb and pulse between these huge tits as I stroke it back and forth letting the tip of your cock tease me juicy lips. Oh fuck I love how fucking hard it is and how you squeeze my jugs. I have to bend over for you and have you slide that cock into my slippery wet pussy. Oh yes baby deep, fucking balls deep and don’t stop. Pound me like your dirty little fuck toy so all I can think about when your gone is how I can fuck you again to make you cum in all my fuckholes. You made me your personal slut and I need you to satisfy yourself with my body.













I was on top for some furious Fetish Phone Sex, riding him into my luxurious couch – a gift from a previous boy treating me to his hard-earned bank account – with my hands on his shoulders, his on my hips, my tits bouncing into his face and a hunger in my eyes. He held my tight slim body against him, sliding right up my slippery cunt again and again with a sense of desire I simply couldn’t help but take pride in during the greatest heat of sex. I was in an animalistic state, following his directions, grinding myself onto his massive cock, and stretching myself out while struggling to breathe. Later I knew he’d call my efforts cute and bouncy, but right that moment all I wanted him to call them was fucking primal. Unlike his wife, girlfriend, and bitchy exes I wanted to give him exactly what he needed and nothing less, just Hardcore Phone Sex. I was begging for him to let me show him the best time of his life and I was so greedily horny when he agreed. Soaking is one word to call folds so wet they made squishy sounds when I moved. If he had second thoughts at that point I’d have told him it was too late. He couldn’t lift my fat ass hard enough to stop me from fucking at that point, there was no return and he knew it as well as I did. All I wanted from him was to keep stuffing my cunt so full of cock I’d be able to taste his cum when he shot off. He lifted his hands from my hips to grab and squeeze my tits, comparing them to his wife’s no doubt, and by the glint of joy in his eyes, finding them an amazing replacement. They’re grand, overwhelmingly shapely, and sizable to match. They’re unfair, and I’m a whore, not a slouch. My tits are elastic, bouncy, and worth fucking until they’re red, sore, and covered in a potent stream of cum. If after this I wasn’t in store for Big tit fucking, I was gonna be sorely disappointed.




