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Phone Sex Whore Blair

phone sex I love being a phone sex slut because I can share with you all my dirty exploits. You aren’t offended or appalled by my actions, like my husband, you are aroused. Did I ever tell you how I met my hubby of almost 20 years? I was in a dive bar about 21 years ago. I needed some coke, but I was new to town. I had no dealer yet. I met Marcus that night. He was a young black man with a horse cock. He had a penchant for white girls who party. I had a penchant for coke, however I could get it for free. All I had to do was suck some big black cock. Suck a huge cock and get coke for free? No brainer for me. Marcus enjoyed my mouth so much, he wanted to try my pussy out. I was very tight back then. It was before I had my sons. Plus, when I was a young 20 something, I had not yet fucked as many cocks as I have today. My husband was lost. He stopped into the bar when I was getting hammered on a pool table. I was being a total whore. He fell in love with me instantly. He loved the idea that I didn’t shy away from taboo fucking; that I didn’t deny myself pleasure. He asked me out that night. We were engaged a few months later. He told me on our first date, that he always wanted to fuck his own mother. He knew such a taboo confession would not offend a woman who took a black cock on the pool table of a bar. I promised him I would give him sons so he could watch me fuck our boys. It’s fucking mommy by proxy.  I came from an incest family, so I had no problem making good on my promise. Twenty years later, I am a total whore still; I fuck Marcus for my coke; I fuck my sons and I am happily married to the man who accepts me for the party girl incest loving taboo whore that I am.


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