Tipping Is Always Quite Wonderful With Ms. Gloria

I’m generally a very busy MILF so, every once in a while I treat myself and order a pizza. Last night was a very busy day and I forgot to get the cash to tip the sweet delivery boy. When I heard the doorbell, I had just slipped into a tiny little dress I had laying around, trying unsuccessfully to find something more appropriate to change into. As I opened the door I had forgotten this is the dress that I have to wear a slip under for the fact it is so sheer you can see right through it. I could see the young man’s eyes opening wide as he looked me over his eyes wandering as they stopped on my breasts.

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Seductive Hypnosis Phone Sex. Fall In Love With A Vixen.

Allow me to coax you into what you’ve been desiring for such a long time. Making you fall head over heels in love with me as I enter your subconscious. Manipulating you to fall madly, deeply in love with me.

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Vanessa and the Soccer Coach Phone Sex

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VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

My teenage son came home from school angry. He threw his backpack across the room and said “Fuck!” I stood there in astonishment. I do not tolerate that kind of behavior. He looked up slowly as he recognized “the look” I was giving him. All of my kids readily recognize “the look”. They know they had better reign in their behavior.

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Desi Phone Sex With A Sexy Neighbor

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I know you’ve been watching the lady across the street dear, you make it pretty obvious. She’s pretty isn’t she? What if I told you I could make your Desi Phone Sex Fetish come true?

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Manhattan MILF Phonesex

Jasmine (844-332-2639) ext 262

“What is this MILF,” I ask almost indignant, for my instincts tell me she is meaning this as insult.”You have never hear that before? ” Beth and I were having brunch together. “It means, ‘mother I like to fuck.'”But I am not mother. I do not understand.”It has more to do with your age,” she said, turning her attention back towards her barely touched meal. “It is good thing, trust me. The hot older woman she is really all the rage.”Older, I thought, me? I was certainly older than Beth who had just become legal in this country to drink, but I was the youngest of all my inner-circle. 34 it is not old. “I mean come on,” she continues, “you must notice all the men they are constantly checking you out?” Well, yes of course but has always been. Everywhere I go, since I was very young, I find there are men buzzing about me like bees around honey watching me, their eyes devouring me savouring each and every inch of my form.

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Vanessa’s Eat That Pussy Like Groceries Phone Sex

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MISTRESS VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

I went to the market the other day to buy groceries and a very nice looking stock boy asked if he could help me with anything. I looked him up and down slowly. “Well darling, I think you would get in trouble if you did what I really want you to do.” He smiled and then looked me up and down. I was wearing a thin hooded zip up sweatshirt in gray with pink trim and black yoga pants that showed off my firm ass. “You know I do personal delivery service upon request.”

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JUST. LIKE. THAT Phonesex

JASMINE 844- 332-2639 Ext. 262

I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, I thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

I led him to the bed I shared with my husband. It gives me particular thrill to fuck young men in the bed where I fuck also fuck my husband. Am I evil? Perhaps so. All I know is I enjoy the thrill of knowing I might get caught and the light smell of my husband’s musk on the sheets I purposely tell the maid not to change on days when I am “entertaining”, the smell of my husband mingling with smell of my newest young hot fuck.

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Crazy Swingers Sex Party Phone Sex

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We had arrived at the wedding reception, Edward and I, much later than most of the other guests. “Is always good to make an entrance,” he said, before walking in like some sort of head of state shaking hands and giving phony smiles to anyone who crossed his path. “I look at everyone as a potential customer pal,” he once told me early on in our courtship, and his philosophy seemed to work well for him, as he had made first million by age of thirty. “I made money right way too, with material, land, buildings, none of the internet nonsense.”

The appetizers came and they were good, especially the arugula salad with sun-dried tomatoes and a light vinaigrette dressing. I ate in polite silence and listened as the wives of Edward’s colleagues complained about their husbands and kids. As the main course was being served, the photographer was using opportunity to snap a few candid shots. Yes, photographers and their candid shots, their real shots. My mind began to drift, drift back to my time with Paul.

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The Scent of Jasmine Phone Sex

 Jasmine 844-332-2639 Ext. 262

I knew when I enter home and find little box on bureau it meant my husband Edward was going off on another one his business trips. It was customary for him to ply me with gifts whenever he was going away or whenever we argued, both of which seemed to be occurring more and more often.

“Did you get my present,” he asked, now filling the doorway of our bedroom, his broad frame illuminated by the soft moonlight beaming in through the window.

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Teaching the Paper Boy: School’s Out! 3 Phonesex

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I stopped sucking him and pulled back so I could view him again, admiring my handiwork so to speak. He whimpered and was still writhing, either trying not to cum yet or trying to find my mouth again. Good thing I blindfolded the poor boy. I could feel myself getting slicker and slicker as I watched him squirm to desperately try a d find my throat again. He didn’t realize how desperate for his cock I was becoming.

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