I’m Haley, your hot Mistress, ready to turn you into our whimpering panty boy phone sex slut. Beside me, Emily giggles, her innocent loli dom facade hiding the wicked gleam in her eyes. Then she straps on her big purple glitter dildo, lubing it up with a slick pop.
Then, ‘Listen up, panty boy,’ I purr into the mic. Now ‘slip those frilly pink panties on right now. Yeah, the ones that hug your pathetic little clitty so tight. Moreover you leak pre-cum at the thought of us.’
Emily chimes in with her high-pitched tease, ‘Oh, he’s such a sissy faggot, Mistress Haley. In fact I bet his back door pussy is twitching already. Obviously that hole is begging for my strap-on to stretch it wide.’
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You hear the rustle of fabric as I describe pulling my own lace thong aside, but this call’s all about your humiliation. Now, I make you confess how those panties make you feel—small, exposed, desperate. All while Emily mocks your tiny dick, calling it a ‘useless worm’ that doesn’t deserve real pussy.
Next, I command you to bend over, ass up, and spread those panty-covered cheeks. ‘Push that fabric aside, panty boy, and finger your tight hole for us,’ I demand.
Now, Emily laughs as she thrusts her hips mockingly, the strap-on slapping against her thigh with a meaty thud. Moreover, imagine her tiny hands gripping your hips.
Now yanking the panties to the side, and ramming that sexy toy straight into your back door pussy. Moreover, she pounds relentlessly, the wet squelch of lube and your gurgles filling the line as I egg her on: ‘Fuck his sissy ass harder, Emily—make him cry like the little girl he wishes he was.’
Ultimately, you buck and moan, the humiliation burning as we degrade you. ‘Cum in your panties, fag boy. All while my loli partner reams you raw.’ We don’t stop until you’re spent, sobbing in ecstasy. Ultimately promising to call back for more strap-on destruction. Dial us anytime, panty boy; your back door awaits.





