Public Transit Handjob Phonsex

Public

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

On lazy days when I have no obligations, I like to hang out on the public transit and see how many stranger handjobs I can give. With everyone having to wear masks now, it can be even more fun. I start off in a seat all by myself, somewhere near the back of the bus.

Watching as men of all ages get on and off. Some stare into their phones and never notice me while others seem to sense my desire. I wear tiny little skirts so I can open my thighs as an invite. Showing off my panties is a good start to getting those stranger’s dick hard.

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Partying My Pants Off Phonesex

patrying

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Being responsible is for old people. I’m young and I wanna be dumb! I love spending the weekend partying my pants off then waking up on Monday morning have no idea where I am or how I got there. It’s terribly humiliating to wake up next to a man I don’t remember and have to think, “Did he put his dick in me?”

Of course, he did! I’m in his bed, or so I assume with my pants or panties on. It’d be a small miracle if by some chance he was too much of a gentleman not to have fucked my blacked-out body.

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Doggystyle Diva Phonesex

Doggystyle

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! 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.

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BBW Teen Fuck My Rolls Phonesex

BBW

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

As a BBW teen, I know what I am and I know what I want. I’m not a twig bitch that might break when you fuck me hard. I was built to be gripped and squeezed. In fact, I have this reoccurring fantasy of someone fucking my fat rolls. Unless some chicks who would feel uncomfortable with you grabbing them by the rolls, I want you to smush my side chucks together and slide your dick between.

Pinch my skin until you’ve made yourself a fake pussy and fuck every inch of this BBW teen.

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Sending Nudes To The Boss Phonesex

Nudes

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Some weekends, I do this secretary gig for an office downtown. The boss is normally all alone when I’m there and we’ve gotten pretty dirty a time or two. Yesterday, however, I was spinning in my chair waiting for him to call me into his office so we could play but he wouldn’t get off the phone!

I was wearing the slutiest crop top and vinyl mini skirt, there was no mistake, I wasn;t there to work on anything except his dick so why was he still working?! Annoyed and not willing to wait for what I wanted, I picked up my cell and started snapping nudes of my bald, teen pussy, and sending them to his phone.

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Sunday Morning Phonesex

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

The sun slashed through the blinds and stabbed me in my eyes. I rolled over, my face bumping into a solid warm mass of a man’s chest. My body froze and my eyes stayed closed as I tried to remember who I’d gone to sleep with last night.

Daddy was out of town for work so who was this body beside mine. My hand reached up to rub over the big chest. It was so firm and muscular. Oh, and hairy! What a delicious Sunday morning treat for me!

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ATM Girl Phonesex

ATM

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I had the most fun with an edging Daddy the other day. We really like to take our time and explore each other’s bodies. I love it when he spends time dipping his dick in all of my holes and then we repeat the cycle again. He called me something no one has and it made me INSTANTLY soaked. He called me his little ATM girl.

My brain did a small stutter because I wasn’t pulling cash out of his wallet. Nor had I even asked for his bank card pin. How could I be his ATM girl if I wasn’t playing in his wallet? At the time, he had just slipped that hard dick out of my gaped open asshole and dipped it back into my mouth. Then it came to me… ASS TO MOUTH GIRL. Fuck yes, I am.

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Virtual Robot Phonesex

Robot

ByKrysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

My friend and I heard about this weird arcade a few towns over. It’s huge and supposed to have these unheard of games that are more interactive than any other you’ve played before. It’s rumored that once you go inside, you lose all track of time and can end up sucked inside it for years.

Of course, we didn’t believe that nonsense but just in case we asked her older, more responsible brother to tag along.

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Please, Mister… Phonesex

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I’ve done a bad thing, but I think I know how to make it right. I was in this little, tiny, insignificant car accident the other day. I may have or have not seen that the light was a solid red when I went through and oopsie daisy, I may have given that old woman whiplash. NOT my fault, okay. She should have gotten out of the way.

I got a court summons that says there was only ONE witness who can prove the light was red when I went through it. He wasn’t supposed to give it to me but the sweet guy at the courthouse gave me the address to the witness. All I have to do to make sure no one gets in trouble is go visit this witness and make sure he remembers the light was indeed GREEN when I sped through. Even if it never was.

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Daddy Chills Me Out Phonesex

Chills

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?

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