The Job Interview Phonesex

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Okay, let’s get started,” Kurt the store manager said, as we took a seat in his rather cramped office. It was Thursday afternoon and a “Help Wanted” sign at a trendy clothing store in my local mall had … intrigued me. Now, for my part I was wearing the tightest of tops, the shortest of skirts, prettiest of panties and these sexy little open-toed pumps that showcased my fresh pedi, while Kurt, looking cute and official, was wearing black pants, a pale blue shirt and burgundy necktie. He was around forty. And I just loooove older men….

He began asking questions – name, date of birth … “Sex?” “All the time,” I said with a sly smile.

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Princess Rhianna’s Baby Face/Black Heart Homewrecker Phonesex

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Look at you, sitting there trying desperately trying to keep those wandering eyes glued to the floor and that married cock from twitching and getting hard as a rock at the sight of me. *giggle* What’s the matter, afraid if your bitch wife sees you gawking at my long, lithe legs, full perky tits, tight little ass and supple tanned skin, she’ll call up the divorce attorneys? I bet she won’t let you off easy either, the cow. She’ll probably drain you of every last dime in your bank account! Aw, c’mon look up, just a little … my daddy says that my skirts are too short, what do you think?

Uh huh, you can’t help yourself can you, you pervert. You just gotta look. So, do you like what you see? Can you imaging being on knees before me, your hands parting my legs, kissing my creamy thighs, feeling the warmth of my tight teen pussy inches from your face. Yeah, I bet you do. I bet you’d give almost anything for a taste.

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