I’m just your ultimate
bratty girl phone sex cock tease. Walking down your street with pigtails, a tight plaid skirt, and a tight little white blouse. With a wicked giggle that makes you throb instantly.
Truth is, I love being a naughty little brat. In fact, it lets me tease and deny filthy perverts like you until you’re begging. Perhaps you beg to touch me, worship me, or even simply for my attention. As a Brat tease I love it all.
Last night, this loser called, already panting. Once I finally got his ass billed, I came back on the line and giggled.
First thing out of my mouth : “Stroke that pathetic dick for me,” I commanded. My voice drips with sugar and venom. He obeys like the desperate worm he is.
Meanwhile, I describe how I’d twirl my hair, pop my gum, and flash my lacy panties—just out of reach. Then, in a bratty tone, “Faster now, imagine my perky tits bouncing while I laugh at how small you are.”
Like a loser, he whimpers, getting close. I hear the slick sounds, his frantic breaths. “You think you deserve to cum? Dream on, perv.” as I edge him mercilessly.
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Slow down, speed up, stop completely. While mercilessly cooing about how I’d grind my ass against him, then pull away, leaving him leaking and aching.
Then a pathetic “Please, Charlie,” he begs. I giggle harder. “No. Hold it. Suffer for me.” This time, I make him repeat how worthless his orgasm is without my permission.
Finally, I hang up mid-stroke, denying him completely. He’s probably still edged and frustrated, exactly how I like my toys.
Bratty girl phone sex is my power trip—I tease, I deny, I own you. Want me to break you next? Call if you dare.
