I love big tits phone sex calls. Guys love my big knockers. They are not real fun bags, but they are all mine. I got them when I was 18 because a photographer told me I would go further in the adult industry with bigger tits. He was right too. I have had made bank off my body between stripping, escorting, talking dirty, modeling nude and escorting. My tits are my money bags. I had a guy at the strip club last night obsessed with my boobs too. He told me he had no doubt that my boobs would swallow up his little dick. It was refreshing to hear a man own up to his short comings. Must guys brag about having what I need and end up with small cock humiliation phone sex because he falls well below my minimum inch requirement.
He got the VIP room and wanted a lap dance while I gave him some small dick humiliation. Getting paid to shame loser dicks is a perk of stripping and being a phone bone girl. On the phone, I never get to see the little prick unless a guy sends me a dick pick. In the club, I got to see his short stack and it was indeed small. I have seen smaller, but his inch worm would get lost in my big boobs. But he was laying down the $100 dollar bills liberally, so I let my tits eat his prick up. I laughed as my big boobs pressed together to swallow his tiny dick. He was thin too. He understood he was not man enough for me, and that was refreshing. As a phone sex babe, I hear guys bragging about 5-inch dicks and it is hard not to laugh. This loser came from me laughing at his worthless dick. Most men I shame for not being man enough for me never pay me nor accept it well, but this guy did, and I made over a grand shaming his pathetic pecker. Life is good sometimes.















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.


