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Erotic phone sex fantasies get me so hot. A lot of times they begin Like this: I am the filthiest, sluttiest whore you will ever come across. Literally. I have been fantasizing about a cock filling me up and using me like a toy since the moment I hit puberty. And let me tell you, my pussy is constantly dripping with desire for some hardcore fucking. I know you must be thinking, ‘how can someone be this dirty?’ Well, my dear horny man, let me tell you, I was born this way. There is no innocent bone in my body. All I want is to be used and abused by a man who knows how to handle a dirty slut like me.

When I close my eyes, I see myself in the middle of an intense orgy, surrounded by multiple men who are all eager to use every single hole on my body. I want to feel their rough hands all over me, squeezing and groping every inch of my body. I want to hear them telling me how much of a dirty whore I am, and how they are going to fuck me so hard that I won’t be able to walk for days. I want you, my dear horny man, to be a part of this erotic phone sex fantasy. I want you to grab me by my hair and force me on my knees, shoving your throbbing cock down my throat. Gag me and choke on it while you call me all sorts of filthy names. Let me be your personal fuck doll, bending me over and pounding me from behind while you spank my ass so hard that it turns red.

Or maybe you want to tie me up and make me your submissive slut. I am more than happy to oblige. I want to feel your dominance and your power as you make me beg for your touch. Use me however you want, my body is yours to do as you please. Just make sure to fill me up with your hot, sticky cum before we’re done. So, my horny man, what are you waiting for? Give me a call and let’s make our filthiest, dirtiest fantasies come true. I guarantee you, it will be an experience you won’t forget.

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Erotic phone sex can be so intoxicating. Picture this. I leaned my head against the back of the chair, closed my eyes, and imagined you here with me. In my mind you were sitting next to me, dark, long-fingered hand resting on my thigh as you merely watched, silently commanding me to your bidding, a half-smile on your face. Your eyes were burning with desire, that sweet melted-chocolate brown seeming to caress every inch of my body. So damn erotic! Tipping my head to let my hungry eyes drink their fill of you, I kept my hands in place, touching myself through the soft cotton of my shirt, reveling in the passion that kept flaring in your eyes. Without even realizing it, I stopped merely cupping my breasts and started caressing them. I lifted them, squeezing them together, arching my back and literally offering them to you. I slid my palms over my nipples, feeling that sweet electric thrill shoot through me, making me gasp in anticipation. Gently I tweaked my stiffened nipples, tugging on them ever so lightly. I slipped my own hands over, around, under, between my breasts, and pulling my shirt tightly across them, accentuating my state of arousal. Still you watched.

I curled my fingers, raking my nails over my breasts, cushioning that scrape with the softness of my shirt. I moaned, my eyes sliding closed at the flare of desire in yours. Oh how I wanted your hands to caress me, your skin to be touching mine. Still you watched. Barely able to keep from writhing in my seat now, I slid my hands under my shirt. Pulling it up around my neck and completely exposing myself to your gaze. The contrasting heat of my need and coolness of the air made me gasp and squirm. Whimpering, I stroked those full, aching mounds, the throbbing nipples a dusky pink against the whiteness of my breasts. I slid my hands over the small curve of my breasts, running my nipples in between my fingers, caressing and squeezing them. As my passion increased, so did my tolerance for pain, and I began to twist and pinch my throbbing nipples.

I slipped out of my shirt, vulnerable with the knowledge that I was now topless, completely exposed…while you were still fully dressed. I trembled in the cool air. Your free hand fisted in the length of my hair. You tugged sharply, my quick cry of pain melting into mewls of pleasure as your lips breeched the distance to my nipple and engulfed it. Teeth nibbling, tongue swirling, you couldn’t help but respond to my wordless cries, my constant writhing, as I exploded right there in my chair, a hot, wet gush of pleasure that sent tremors of need rippling through your own body. I open my eyes and realize that it was just that though. A fantasy. An erotic fantasy. A longing. I could feel my heart and soul cry out to you. Missing you. Why Wont you come play with me? don’t you know how much I crave you? Call me at 1 888 314 6639 and ask for Corrine for erotic phone sex.

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