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Phone Fucking

Phone Fucking
Cord twirling around me hulking
Mm… receiver bucking
Moaning for the whispered dial tone instructing
Oh yes... ringing, singing, his long cord kinging
 
Sss... come on darling pick me up
Let me speak dirty into your lover’s cup
Oh, my handsome caller my back is arched for you
Legs trapping the fate of your pleasure, channeling my weather  
Your lust is pasted up against the mound of my carnal food
 
You going make me climax  
I do love how you feel down there between my Brazilian wax
They do not make them like you anymore
A man who knows how to use his phone skills when he wants to score
Can talk me out of my panties to drip honey over my skin while giving me more
 
Oh… sweet mercy
Yes…  call… out my name
Grip my handle tighter and let me feel you rain
Wait a minute sexy before we disconnect  
The next time you need some phone sex
Look in the Yellow Pages and call me to get you wet
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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