Krysta 
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I’m thinking real hard about inking myself up. I’m a grown girl now! I am ready to decorate my temple. In preparation for my little tattoo session, I wanted to see how much you boys pay attention to our body art!
I’ve prepared a fun game where you have to identify the phonesex girl by her tattoo or piercing! Think you can do it? I’m giving you today and tomorrow to study cus the game will start at 9 pm EST SHARP!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Spank me, why don’tcha? Talk, talk, talk! Man, you just don’t shut up, do ya? I know I skipped curfew, but you didn’t let me explain. I was too busy having FUN to come home on time. Obviously, I don’t expect you to understand, Daddy. You’ve probably been a stick in the mud your whole like.
Like now, for example. You keep lecturing me over and over when all this would be moot if you just spanked me!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I like to grocery shop cus, hello, I like to eat. Most often, I go alone. It’s a bit of a calming practice, really. I wonder about the store looking at all the tasty things. Thinking up strange and new food combinations to cook later, Daddy insisted that he accompany me to the grocery store this morning.
I was a little pouty. It is my calm place; bring him along would make the trip hectic or chaotic. Probably both; however, as soon as he saw my pout face, he told me to come over to him. I stood at his knees, and he pulled my silver anal plug from his pocket. Daddy pushed it in my mouth and instructed me to get it wet enough to last the entire trip.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Yesterday was HOT. So humid and hot. I’ll admit, I was being a bitch. Every time someone tried to talk to me, I snapped back at them. It wasn’t intentional! It was just too hot to think. After like the fourth time I was snotty to Daddy, he snatched me up by my hair and dragged me into the kitchen. He pushed me over the kitchen island and said, “I know just how to chill you out, little girl.”
He demanded me not to move and I grunted. Then I heard him moving around me in the kitchen. It sounded like he was grabbing a glass bowl from the cabinet. Next, I heard the ice machine gargling out hunks of ice into the glass bowl. What was he up to?
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
For eons, people have searched for the fountain of youth. Many brave explores have lost their lives, and it’s all for not. I uncovered the slippery wetness that keeps the old young, and it was right in front of their noses this whole time.
Teen pussy is the fountain of youth! Think about how young and energized you feel after we fuck. You feel like a fresh stud who just conquered the world, right? And when you take me out in public, people gawk at you in awe. Wondering how you caught such a sexy filly. When you fuck teen pussy you feel like superman.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I love all kinds of sexual positions; however, can we be honest for five seconds? Nothing beats Doggystyle! Even the smaller dicks that leave more to be desired feel so good when I’m bent over with my big booty in the air. For short guys, they can dig in deeper and make me scream! However, something about the angle can’t be beaten!
People have written songs and poems about “ass up, face down” for a reason. It’s simply the best. Think about how pretty I look bent over that way for you. My tight little asshole and pussy on display. You can see how ready I am to take that dick.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I’ve heard about these casual Fridays. I sure wish someone would have told me what it actually meant before I went out and did what I did. All these Fridays, and I didn’t know! No one told me. No one made me aware I was doing it all wrong! See, I thought casual Friday meant unplanned SEX with random strangers. Not let your suit and tie have a day off kind of casual.
I woke up every Friday morning and pulled up the smallest skirt I owned. I threw my hair up into pigtails and knew I was looking cute. Ready to end the week with a BANG! I fully enjoyed what I thought was the meaning of “casual Friday.”
By Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Have you heard the saying “thick thighs save lives?” Well, it’s not entirely true. In fact, they got it backwards. My thick ass thighs will wrap around your head and pull you deep into heaven. I’m not saving lives here; I’m ending them. I hope you’ve made this choice wisely. Otherwise, the sensation of my juicy leg meat pressed around your temples will be the last sensation you ever know.
I was only telling you this as a warning, but I can see by the tent in your pants that you’re excited over the possibility of losing yourself between my legs. If that’s the case, come closer; let’s see how long you last.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
We hoped things would get better and yet, here we are. Mandatory face mask policies are popping up in places we never had to wear them before. Like in my bedroom! That’s right, it is now mandatory to wear a face-covering when you come in here to get fucked! Don’t worry about bringing your own though. I have a special mask that is going to fit you Juuuuussst right!
To put this mask on, you need to lie on your back and relax. Just like that, good job!
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Bound and gagged. Daddy had me spread open. His demanding fingers were jammed into my swollen cunt. “Don’t Cum.” He barked but his fingers were pushing me to disobey. His two, long digits curled up to scrape over my spongy g-spot.
Drool bubbled from around the red ball gag in my mouth but that didn’t keep me from begging for permission to cum. Even if he couldn’t understand the words, I knew he understood the desperation.