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Submissive Phone Sex By Sapphire A Tight Pussy High Schooler

Submissive Phone SexStudy hall in the cafeteria is literally the worst, especially when I’m staring at these algebra equations that look like total gibberish. I’m biting the end of my pencil, tapping my sneaker against the floor, and all I can think about is how much I need a distraction… or better yet, a savior. Since I know you’re the smartest guy I know, I decided that Submissive Phone Sex with you was the only way I’d ever pass this midterm. 

I’m whispering into my mic, hiding behind a stack of heavy textbooks, begging you to just give me the answers so I don’t fail out of my freshman year. You’re so stern when you tell me to focus, and it makes my face get so hot. “Please,” I whimper, my voice dropping an octave as I describe the short plaid skirt I’m wearing today. 

I tell you how the lace of my pink panties is digging into my hips because I’m so tense over these variables. You start walking me through the formulas, but your voice is doing things to me that a math teacher never could. I’m a good student, I promise, but I’m a much better follower. If you help me ace this, I’ll do absolutely anything you want. I’ll be your perfect, obedient little freshman slut.

Once the bell finally rings and I’ve scribbled down everything you told me, the adrenaline is peaking. I slip out the side door of the gym, my heart racing as I head toward our spot. The air is cool, but I’m burning up. I crawl under the cold metal of the bleachers where it’s dark and smells like old wood and secret thrills. I’m still on the line with you, breathing hard, telling you exactly what I’m doing. I lift my skirt, showing you how much your help has turned me into a needy mess.

Being a high school girl is exhausting, but being yours is effortless. I’m guided entirely by your voice, letting you tell me exactly how to touch myself under these stands while the rest of the track team practices just a few yards away. The risk of getting caught makes my tight pussy ache with a dull, throbbing hunger that only you can satisfy. 

I’m your sweet little scholar, rewarding you with the best sloppy blowjob for every correct answer you gave me. By the time I’m shaking and muffled screams are dying in my throat coated with your sticky white cum, I realize I don’t care about the grade anymore. I just want to stay right here, submissive and messy, waiting for your next lesson.

Princess Phone Sex Sapphire Tempting Babe with A Filthy Mind

Princess Phone SexI hope you’re ready, because today is all about me. I woke up feeling that birthday buzz, the kind that makes your skin feel a little too tight and your mind wander to places a “good girl” shouldn’t go. This Princess Phone Sex is just the appetizer for what I have planned for you, a little taste of the sweet voice you love so much before you get the real thing. 

I’m officially sixteen today, and while I might look like a delicate little babe, my birthday wish involves being treated like anything but a princess. I’ve spent the morning pacing my room completely naked in a pair of lace heels and a bow, imagining exactly how you’re going to ruin me when you finally walk through that door.

I’m sitting on the edge of my bed right now, legs wide open while fingering my slippery cunt, tracing my fingers over my thighs and whispering all the things I want you to do to me. Can you hear how much I’m shaking? I’ve been such a good girl all year, focusing on my studies and keeping that sweet, innocent smile on my face, but today the mask is coming off. 

I have a filthy mind that’s been working overtime, dreaming of the moment you drop your keys and take control. I don’t want flowers, and I definitely don’t want a cake; I want you to pin me down and fuck my brains out until I can’t remember my own name.

The house is quiet, the candles are lit, and I’m just waiting for the sound of your car in the driveway. I’ve spent fifteen years being polite, but sixteen is going to be the year I become your favorite little obsession. My voice might sound like honey, but my heart is racing with a dirty, desperate rhythm that only you can satisfy.

 I want to feel every inch of you, to feel the weight of your body pressing me into the mattress while you show me exactly what a birthday girl deserves. Don’t make me wait a second longer. I’m addicted to the way you look at me, and I’m starving for the way you handle me when you’re angry. I’ve invited you over for a reason, and it isn’t to talk.

 I want to be used, I want to be breathless, and I want to spend my first night as a sixteen year old being your shameless little babe. Come over and give me the only gift that matters. I’m ready to be your birthday toy, so come get what’s yours and show me just how filthy a princess can really be.

Teen Whore Sapphire Submits to Her Desperate Sexy Teacher

Teen Whore

I leaned back against the cool surface of the chalkboard, kicking my heels together and watching Mr. Harrison run a frustrated hand through his hair. I’d been a brat all through his lecture, pushing every button until he finally snapped and told me to stay after the bell. To anyone else, being a Teen Whore would be a label of shame, but as the door clicked shut and the hallway fell silent, I wore it like a crown of pure, filthy gold. 

My skirt was already hiked high, and I could see the way his eyes kept darting down to my thighs, his professional mask crumbling under the weight of a desperate, hungry heat. “You’ve been a very bad influence today, Sapphire,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he moved into my personal space. I didn’t flinch; I leaned forward, letting the scent of his expensive cologne and raw frustration wash over me. 

I wanted him to break. I wanted to see the man who taught me history become a slave to my body. “Are you going to punish me, sir?” I whispered, my voice dripping with a slutty, practiced innocence. I reached out, my fingers grazing the belt of his slacks, feeling his hard dick through his pants with the excitement of his boner straining against the fabric. He let out a deep moan, his hands slamming onto the desk behind me, pinning me in place. 

The tension in the classroom was electric, a thick, suffocating cloud of forbidden lust that made my skin tingle with anticipation. He didn’t waste any more time on words. His mouth crashed onto mine, tasting of coffee and desperation, while his hands roamed over me with a frantic, possessive energy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of his hard, aching cock against me. This wasn’t just detention; this was a graduation into something far more primal.

As he drove himself into my wet yummy tight young pussy right there on the mahogany desk, the screech of wood against the floor was the only music I needed. I was addicted to the thrill of being used like a slut in a place of learning, turning his sanctuary into my playground. Every thrust was a lesson in pure ecstasy, a rhythmic pounding that blurred the lines between student and master. 

I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I screamed his name into the empty rows of desks. When it was over, he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear as he signed my paper with a trembling hand. “A+ for effort, Sapphire,” he panted, his eyes dark with the secret we now shared. I smiled, smoothing my skirt and knowing I’d be back for extra credit tomorrow.

 

Abduction Phone Sex with Sapphire Addicted To Your Long Cock

Abduction Phone Sex

I had just finished my day, the soft hum of the city outside my window filling the room. Abduction Phone Sex had never been part of my real life, but the thought of someone finally taking me, of surrendering to him completely, made my pulse race. He had been watching me for years, quietly obsessed, and now he stood in my doorway, his eyes dark with intent.

I felt a shiver run through me as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet intoxicating. Every glance he’d stolen, every subtle touch we’d shared in passing, all those moments of tension, had been leading to this instant. I had imagined it a thousand times, dreaming of being claimed, and now my fantasies were becoming reality.

“Finally,” he whispered, brushing his hand against mine, “you’re mine.” I could barely breathe, my body already betraying my calm facade. The anticipation I’d harbored for so long exploded into a delicious ache between my legs. I wanted him in ways I had secretly craved, desperate for his lips, his hands, his control.

He pressed me gently against the wall, and I melted into him. His touch was demanding, teasing, and every nerve in my body screamed for more. I moaned softly, and the sound seemed to electrify him. There was no hesitation, no slow buildup—he knew exactly what I needed, and I was aching to show him how ready I had been all this time.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice low and commanding. I gave a breathless yes, letting him read every hidden desire I had kept buried. I wanted him to explore me fully, to claim me with passion and hunger, to unleash the craving I’d masked with smiles and polite conversation.

His hands roamed over me, tracing every curve, every secret place he had admired from afar. My knees weakened as he kissed me with an intensity I had always imagined but never experienced. I was his, fully, willingly, addicted to the raw pleasure he gave me. 

The moment he entered me, the world outside ceased to exist. I gasped, moaning his name, every motion a mixture of longing and pure need. The years of secret desire, the fantasies I had whispered only to myself, finally collided with reality. His deep, steady rhythm matched my frantic, desperate urges, and I felt completely consumed, utterly addicted to him and every movement he made.

By the time we collapsed together, sweaty and spent, I realized I had been waiting for this passion my whole life. The years of hidden longing, of secret glances and unspoken dreams, had led to this overwhelming, intoxicating connection. And as I rested in his arms, breathless and satisfied, I knew I’d never forget the thrill of finally being taken exactly the way I had always wanted… heart, body, and soul.

2 Girl Phone Sex Sapphire at Her Sexy Friend Lucy Pool Party

2 Girl Phone Sex

I barely make it inside Lucy’s gate before hands are already finding me, drinks pressed into my palm, music vibrating straight through my body. 2 Girl Phone Sex always feels wilder when we’re together, especially when she’s hosting and already glowing like trouble. She pulls me close, bodies touching, lips brushing my ear, and I know this night is about to spin out fast.

The pool is crowded with heat and movement, water sloshing as bodies press closer. Lucy backs into me, slow and deliberate, and I don’t pull away. Guys gather around us, confident, attractive, smelling like sun and money, hands grazing hips, waists, thighs. I moan without meaning to, loving the attention, loving how little space there is between anyone.

Someone lifts me onto the edge, another steadies me, and suddenly I’m surrounded. I’m being kissed, touched, pulled closer, my head tipping back as I let the noise spill out of me. Lucy laughs and joins in, hands everywhere, lips trailing, her body pressed tight against mine while the guys close ranks. Nothing feels rushed. Nothing feels off. It’s just layered on cum all over our bodies.

We move in waves… pool to patio to cushions and bodies and shadows. I’m bent, turned, guided, held up, held open by attention alone. The guys trade places without asking, and I don’t need to look to know Lucy’s right there too, watching, touching, encouraging. I grab shoulders, arms, anything solid, letting myself be used in a way that feels indulgent and delicious.

The sounds change… breathing heavier, voices rougher, laughter breaking into gasps, as their hard dicks fill our slippery cunts. I feel claimed without being owned, shared without being lost. Lucy whispers something filthy in my ear and I shiver hard, pushing back into the crowd, wanting more pressure, more closeness, more of everything all at once.

At some point I’m half-floating, half-leaning, supported by bodies on every side. Someone kisses my neck while another grips my hips, and I lose track of who’s touching where. I just know it’s nonstop, overwhelming, exactly what I came for. Lucy stays close, fingers tangled in my hair, smiling like she planned this.

When it finally slows, we’re slick with heat and laughter, tangled together on warm stone, hands still roaming lazily. I curl into Lucy’s side, satisfied, buzzing, already knowing how hot the calls will be after a night like this, ending in Cheap Phone Sex.

Cheap Phone Sex

Incest Phone Sex with Sapphire and Her Sexy Tall Boy Cousin

Incest Phone Sex

It was just another quiet afternoon at home, the house empty, my parents gone for the weekend. Incest Phone Sex ran through my mind like a secret thrill as I heard the familiar thump of basketballs outside. Then a knock at the door made my heart skip a beat. He stood there, tall and impossibly lean, glistening from practice. My sexy boy cousin, the one I’d been thinking about for weeks, holding a bottle of water.

I smiled, trying to play it casual, but my body had other ideas. Every thought of me was aware, and I wanted him close. I led him inside, asking about how basketball practice went, letting my hand brush his as I handed him the water. The tension between us was electric, almost too much to bear. I felt that pull in my chest, the electricity as he took a sip, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind.

He leaned against the counter, and I moved closer feeling his hard boner against my leg, letting my body casually brush his. My fingers trailed lightly along his arm, teasing, just enough to make him notice. I whispered something freaky to him, my voice low and husky, and I could see his eyes flicker, betraying a curiosity he tried to hide. Every smirk he did kept me on my toes, then he teased me glancing at my boobs, while he gently kissed my neck.

I stepped closer, letting my lips almost touch his ear, my breath hot, sending shivers down both our spines. The room felt smaller, tighter, as desire quietly built between us. I imagined him leaning in, my fingers tangling in his hair, my lips tracing slow, deliberate paths. Him touching me felt so fucking good, I creamed all over myself craving every inch of his super long dick. I’ve been wanting to fuck my cousin for the longest time, even when he had a girlfriend, I still didn’t care.

He laughed nervously, and I leaned back just enough to give him a moment, my eyes locking with his. The tension, the heat as I dropped down on my knees for him slowly unzipping his pants, the silent words hanging in the air… it was intoxicating as he pushed his cock down my throat. The thrill of desire, of knowing I could seduce him completely when no one else was around, made my pulse race. My mind spun with fantasies, imagining the seductive, teasing exchanges that could take over the room.

By the time he left, water forgotten, I was breathless, flushed, and buzzing with the memory of what just happened. That spark, that playful seduction, that silent understanding of desire… it lingered, teasing me long after the door clicked shut. Tonight, desire had won, and the memory of this fantasy would haunt me deliciously for days.

Babysitter Phone Sex with Sapphire The Sinfully Sweet Teen

Babysitter Phone SexI’ve always been the hottest sitter in the neighborhood, the one everyone notices but few ever hire. So when I got the call from a handsome man whose wife was away on a girls’ trip, I felt a thrill ripple through me. Babysitter Phone Sex was just a whisper of a fantasy… until tonight, when I walked through that door.

The house was quiet, pristine, and waiting. He greeted me at the door, eyes dark with anticipation, and I could see the way he’d been imagining this moment. I let a slow, knowing smile curve my lips, letting him savor it, while I deliberately moved with all the confidence I knew I possessed. Every sway of my hips of my young petite sexy body, every tilt of my head was meant to command attention, and I reveled in it.

I passed through the rooms, letting my presence linger, letting him notice the curve of my body, the sway of my hair, the subtle rhythm in my steps. Every glance I gave was measured, every casual brush of my hand intentional. He leaned closer, drawn in, and I whispered something soft and teasing, letting my voice curl around him, making him shiver involuntarily. “Gosh your so much more sexier than my wife, I love fucking your tight young pussy, and how wet you get when it drips all over my cock” he says firmly. “Yes of course, I love being your secret slut, you love so much, and I’m so happy that we never get caught” I say in a low sexy tone. 

As the evening progressed, I lingered near him under the pretense of checking a picture frame, offering a drink, or adjusting a lamp. Every small touch, every gentle brush against him was calculated to make him ache with desire. I could feel the thrill of control and the growth of his cock entering my young tight pussy gribbing his dick, knowing his attention, his longing, was entirely mine.

I leaned in at the perfect moment, close enough for him to feel the warmth of my body, my perfume, and my energy radiating toward him. I whispered promises, letting anticipation coil tight between us, letting him imagine what might happen if he dared to cross the line. The tension built, thick and delicious, until it finally broke him, exploding his warm load all over my face, leaving us both breathless and completely consumed.

When the night ended, I walked out with a sly, triumphant smile. I had given him exactly what he craved… intense, sinful, unforgettable. That night would linger in his mind, a memory of heat, power, and temptation. “I’ll let you know when she leaves again, I can’t wait to be inside you again” he says while kissing my neck slowly. “Don’t wait too long baby, I love bouncing on your cock” I whisper to him slowly as I get ready to leave. I left knowing I had owned the moment entirely, every inch of it, and that he would be thinking about me long after the door closed behind me.

 

Squirting Phone Sex Sapphire Begging You To Be In Her Guts

Squirting Phone Sex

I can’t help the way my heart races when I think about him. Tonight, I planned something daring, something only the two of us would ever know. I grab my phone, my fingers trembling just a little, and whisper softly into Slutty Squirting Phone Sex, my voice low and breathy, teasing him with my bikini even before he arrives.

He’s waiting outside, the familiar thrill of sneaking him into my room making me shiver. I love the risk, the heat, the way my pulse jumps when I know my parents are just a few feet away. My apartment… or more specifically, My bedroom… is mine, and I can make it ours for a little while.

The door clicks open, and he slips in quietly, eyes wide and full of anticipation. I guide him with a sly smile, pressing close, letting him feel the curves of my body as I lead him toward my closet. It’s tight, private, and perfect for the kind of teasing I have in mind. My pretty tits press against him, my fingers brushing over his arms as I whisper promises that make him swallow hard.

I love the way he reacts, caught between excitement and nerves. I lean in, letting him feel my breath on his neck, my hips just brushing, giving him every signal that I want him, that I’m completely his. My panties are soaked already just thinking about him, and I tease him, letting him imagine everything that’s hidden beneath the fabric.

He slides my panties to the side while slowly fingering my wet young pussy while kissing me. He’s been my boy crush for awhile so I always let him have his way with me every chance I get when my parents leave the house to go to work. I’m only sixteen and nobody knows he’s thirty-seven because he looks so young. Sometimes he pretends he goes to my school, just so he won’t get in trouble. I enjoy having sneaky sex with him, it’s super forbidden and makes my clit throbs constantly. 

For some reason the guys my age don’t do it for me. I like them older but well groomed and younger looking. My pussy starts to squirt everywhere just how he likes it, as he moans loudly, very sexy of him. I pull back just enough to grin, letting my eyes promise what’s coming next without a single word. Some things don’t need to be described… they live in the pulse of the room, in our whispered breaths, in the way we press together in that tiny space. I love the control I have over this moment, the way I can tease him endlessly, the way I know he’s completely under my spell.

When the door finally closes behind him, and we’re alone, I let my body speak for me. Every sway, every brush, every whispered moan reminds him why I’m Sapphire… the naughty, playful, shameless young girl who makes him ache with just a look. And I know this night, our little secret, will haunt him long after we part.

 

School Girl Sex Sapphire Pleasing Every Forbidden Sex Desire

School Girl SexI love the way eyes follow me as I walk into the room, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. School Girl Sex flashes through my mind as I tease them perfectly, letting them imagine every naughty scenario they’ve been craving. I’m definitely the most popular slut in school that every sports player desires to fuck me each day, every whisper of my name reminds me that I’m the one they want more than anything.

I lean closer, letting my hair brush their shoulders, letting them feel just how much control I can take over their thoughts and their bodies. They can’t resist me, and I make sure of it. Every moan, every desperate plea is music to my ears, proof that I’m the biggest thrill in their fantasies. I love that I’m the girl everyone dreams about, the one who leaves them aching for more.

When I move, it’s slow and teasing. Every inch of my body is a tool to make them weak, to make them surrender completely. I whisper promises they can’t resist, tempting them into spending just a little more for a taste of what only I can give. I slowly bend over with my tiny skirt, trying to pick up a pencil I accidentally dropped. “You need help with that?” They all ask in unison. “Thanks but I think I can reach it” I say softly like a good little nigger slut. 

“Meet me after class in the boys locker room, I have something for you” The team captain of the football team says eagerly.  “Of course, you know I’ll be there waiting for you guys always just like last time” I say blushing immediately. I’m not shy, not timid every look I give, every lick of my lips, tells them I’m theirs to crave tonight.

I know exactly how to play them, how to push the line between pleasure and obsession. I let them think they’re in control, while I guide every heartbeat, every gasp, every ache. They can’t get enough of me, and honestly? I love it. I’m the ultimate temptation, the fantasy they tell their friends about but could never describe fully without blushing.

Even when I let them catch their breath, it’s never over. I give just enough to leave them desperate, hungry for the next time they can hear my voice, feel my touch, and taste the thrill of me. “Yes give it to me” I scream as they each take their turns on me. “Pull her hair harder, she needs this dick she’s been teasing us all day in class with that slutty little skirt she’s been wearing” One yells from behind me. Every second with me is unforgettable, every moment designed to make them crave more, to make their wallets open willingly, because they know it’s worth it.

Towards the end of them each slutting me out as a group, they’re shaking, aching, and already planning their next fuck session. And I? I’m smiling, knowing I’ve left them exactly where I want them: hopelessly addicted, completely enchanted, and convinced there’s no one else like me. Sapphire isn’t just a name, they will remember me forever as the ultimate whore fantasy, the girl everyone wants, the young slut who gives everything you crave and leaves you begging for more.

 

Party Girl Phone Sex with Sapphire Your Hot Young Girlfriend

Party Girl Phone SexI can feel him before I even see him, that hunger in his eyes when he walks into the room. My pulse jumps, heat pooling low, and I’m already trembling seeing him pop up randomly at my pool party. Party Girl Phone Sex might be what some would call it if I were teasing over the phone, but right now it’s real, raw, and skin-on-skin hot.

He’s on me instantly, hands sliding under my wet bikini, gripping my curves like he owns every inch of me. I moan, arching, pressing my body into his, tasting his lips, biting just enough to make him growl. The sound sends shivers straight down my spine.

I push him back just a little, letting my hands roam, teasing, dragging my nails over his chest, making him gasp. My skirt’s gone before I even think about it, and his fingers trace over me, over every curve, every sensitive spot I can’t hide. I’m moaning freely now, letting him hear exactly how much I want him.

He lifts me onto the bed in my parents room, hips grinding against mine, and I wrap my legs around him without shame. His mouth finds mine again, hot and demanding, and I let him take what he wants, pressing into him with him fingering my tight wet pussy, matching every thrust, every roll of his hips. I feel myself stretching, tightening, every nerve ending alive, and I can hear him groan, his grip on me firm, possessive, claiming me like he’s been waiting for this all night.

I move against him, slow and teasing, then faster when he growls, leaning down to bite at my shoulder, nipping at my neck. I love how he makes me lose control, how every touch sends fire shooting through me, how desperate he sounds when I wrap my hands in his hair and pull him closer.

My breath’s ragged, moans filling the room, and I can feel myself spiraling, every thrust driving me closer, hotter, until I can’t hold back. He’s close too, his low grunts mixing with my cries, and when he finally lets go, I shiver, collapse against him, gasping, trembling.

Even when it’s over, I cling to him, heart racing, skin slick, knowing we’ll do it again as soon as we can. I love being wanted, being claimed, being the one he craves while still teasing the rest of the world. I’m your hot young girlfriend, and right now, I’m all his.