If he would only buy a call

I have a sweet guy that calls me every day, the little horndog anyway. He lets me know he’s thinking of me, and that he hopes my day goes well. He likes to think of me getting off on my calls, with my long fingers buried deep within my tiny, tight, bald pussy. How I lay there, with the phone on the pillow by my face, one hand pinching and twisting my hard, horny nipples, while the other fucks my pussy hard and fast with my favorite big, pink toy.

Oh, if he did a call, we would have so much fun!

I would start by taking my time pulling his clothes off, and throwing him onto my beanbag bed. I’d pin his hands under my knees, and stuff my little tiny cunty right over his mouth, grinding my clitty onto his chin. With out warning, I’d swallow his cock all at once, right to the hilt, making him gasp and moan into my little slit.

Before he could come, I would need so much more! He would need to give me a good, hard fucking! On all fours, and with my little round ass in the air, I know he’d bury his hot rod deep in my little fuck holes!

Choke me, spank me, pull my fucking hair, Mark! I need gaped open, fucked stupid, and filled to overflowing with load after load of thick, sweet cum!

If only, he’d buy a call, this hot teen slut would make his whole little world explode!

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