It took me a long moment to part from the present cocksucking phone sex cum flowing into my mouth and accept the reality of the situation. I still barely remembered how I got there, and the cock unloading down my throat and adding a salty-sweet flavoring to my every breath was overstaying its welcome. Specifically, it was overstaying its stay in my mouth, accepting the tongue bath I gave so freely and greedily taking advantage of my natural desire to suck. I’ve always had an oral fixation, and there’s something special about using a cock to help your nerves. It had to move on though, things had to happen, I couldn’t stay like this, luxuriating all day. I had to get up, I had things to do, like ride this cock in fetish phone sex!
Oh, you thought I meant like, grocery shopping? No, I spit that dick out of my lips and away from my soft inner cheeks because my core was begging for a hard, solid fucking. I needed it, I begged for it, I got on my back and grabbed my tits with one hand while reaching down and spreading my wet pussy lips with the other. Two fingers were all that were needed for that dribbling cunt. He could see deep inside, all the way to my spasming womb and leaking nectar base. I really needed him deeper, I drooled a little at the thought. “Fuck me.” He hadn’t wanted more than an extra second to pounce and plunge his hard man meat so deep my entire body twitched. There’s something to be said about technique, or a bastion of skill that rocks the mind and answers your cravings. He had none of that, what he did have, was a length so mighty my ass clapped just feeling it ram deep in what I was pretty sure was forced intoxication phone sex. After-all, I still had no clue what the fuck.