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She’s always been a really vocal lover. The first time I ever sucked on her bald beaver and licked her teeny-tiny clit, she whooped and hollered like she was being electrocuted. There’s never any doubt if she’s getting her pussy pleased, everyone in the whole house can hear her yelling and howling, and that’s just during a seemingly standard sexing. When she wails and cries out in pain filled pleasure from jamming a massive puss poker deep inside of herself, I’m pretty sure the whole neighborhood can hear her!
That’s what all of the men who call her want, a hot little blonde bitch that sounds like every pump, slam or slap of her snapper is about to break her in half. Makes sense to me. Real hardcore phone sex should sound hot as a mother fucker and the way my girly grinds her cunt on her oversized dildos makes her wail and shriek like a banshee, especially when she cums and creams all over it. What could be hotter than that?
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