Fetish Phone Sex

  I had never wanted to be taken so bad in all of my life. From the moment I saw him I pictures us entwined and sweaty. He just dripped of sex and all things sensual. He had the most beautiful hands and lips. When I talked to him I knew he wanted it too. He had that nervous laugh and kept clearing his throat while I played with my necklace that was at my cleavage line. I told him I wanted him to inspire me that I had to talk to him more. There was a promise I made that he would not regret it. I wanted him to go along with it, but I wanted him to show an aggressive side, a man who longed to punish little cock teases like me. I was jailbait to him after all at the time. He didn’t punish me, but he did taste, make that devour the fruit. My legs are shaking just remembering it.

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Ivy