Jasmine’s Like a Fine Wine Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext.262

Do you fantasize about a hot, sexy, sophisticated mature woman seducing you? Well, believe me, you are not alone. In fact, millions of men share your fantasy and it is not at all surprising that so many men yearn for a beautiful mature woman and compare her to a fine wine. A mature woman like me is confident and knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.

I am not interested in playing silly games like a foolish little girl. I do not care about what the world thinks of me and at the age of 30, which is, as the historian Plutarch observed of Cleopatra, the “very time when women have the most brilliant beauty and are at the acme of intellectual and sexual power” (Life of Antony, XXV.3)., I am indeed in my sexual prime with a practically insatiable sexual appetite. I know my way around a man’s body and will do to you things that you have only ever dreamed of before. I like to go slow and teach you how to please me. I am not in the least self-conscious or inhibited and I love to experiment.

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Your Mother’s Touch Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Yes, I know. I know that you watch me when you think me unaware, that your gaze lingers longer than it should. I know you all of your secrets, all of your desires. I know that you crave –a mother’s touchyour mother’s touch. 

I see you now hidden behind the door frame as I bathe. Your eyes devour every inch of my perfect flesh. Your heart races as the warm water rinses away the soft white bubbles revealing my luscious tits. Your cock grows harder and harder as I rise from the water giving you a full view of the body you lust after, the body that gave you life.

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Jasmine’s Appetite for Hot Young Cock Phonesex-Part 2

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

My stepson Adam’s cock throbbed in my hand as I began to lick his balls. He moaned as I dragged my tongue slowly, sensuously in patterns over them, They tightened as he grew more and more excited, as I stroked his taut, quivering thighs. I criss-crossed my tongue down the shaft of his cock and then up again. Then I took him deep down my throat.  My lovers are always blown away, no pun intended, by my deep-throating artistry. I can make love to a cock with my mouth and tongue like few others and nothing turns me on more than turning my lover on so much he can barely contain himself–until he no longer can and explodes in my mouth. Adam bucked and sighed. “Oh, God, yes, Jasmine! Oh fuck!”

I went harder, faster, deeper, varying my rhythm to match his. He tasted so delicious that I squirmed with a raw desire to possess him and a resolve to fuck him so hard and so good that he would not ever forget the pleasure I gave him this day.

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Jasmine’s On the Prowl Cuckold Phonesex

 JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 263

I was on the prowl that night. My husband was out of town again on one of his infernal business trips and I decided to go to little club in Soho. Soon after I entered, I identified my prey. He was young, hot boy leaning up against the wall, his eyes tracing the lines of my body–my long legs in high heels, my luscious big breasts and when his eyes met mine, I dropped my own briefly and then brought them up again to his. This was my invitation and he did not need to be asked twice.  He began to ply me drinks, not knowing of course, that an Eastern European woman can drink any Western man under the table! Ha ha! Soon we were out upon the dance floor and I was rubbing my body against his,  grinding myself upon his cock which grew very hard very quickly, his breath fast and ragged in my ear.

I whispered to him and led him outside to my car where we fucked with abandon in the back seat. It was a brief encounter but in that moment, I really needed and wanted his big cock pounding deep inside me.

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Jasmine’s Appetite for Hot Young Cock Phonesex

Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

I began running last year. Before I had only done yoga and pilates but I heard of famous American athlete Jesse Owen and how he had said ” I always loved running. It was something you could do by yourself, and under your own power. You could go in any direction, fast or slow as you wanted, fighting the wind if you felt like it, seeking out new sights just on the strength of your feet and the courage of your lungs.”

Put that way, it made me yearn to experience that also. And then it added little hit of spice when as I flew down the street, all the heads of the boys and men would turn to admire my pert bottom and and long strong shapely legs. When I go running, I keep my long, black hair tied up but every now and then I would stop for a break, pull my hair loose and shake it about my shoulders, stretch like cat and take a look about and perhaps give little seductive smile to some hot boy or other. 

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Making My Son a Man Phonesex-The Seduction

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

And so it was I found myself waiting for my son to come home from soccer practice, waiting like spider to seduce him. When he came home he found me dressed in a silky robe that clung to my curves but there was nothing unusual in this for I often wear sexy lingerie at home. But my pussy tingled, my nipples stiffened, as I saw his young cock stiffen in his trousers.

He went to take a shower and waiting but a couple minutes, I followed him in. When I entered, Adam heard the door creak. I pulled the shower curtain aside and dropped my robe. “Mom,” said the boy, “What in the fuck is going on?” He put his hands instinctively over his cock, which was now fully erect despite his shock. I smiled as I surveyed him. He was every bit as sexy as his father and as I pulled his hands away from his cock, I bit my lip as I noticed he was even bigger than his dad. I pushed him toward the back of the shower stall. “Those muscles sore, baby?” I said. “I have exactly the cure for you. I call it “Mother’s Love.”

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Mrs. Olenska’s Out by the Pool Hot MILF Phone Sex

MRS. JASMINE OLENSKA 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Didn’t your mother teach you that staring is impolite? Just because you live next-door to a beautiful sexy MILF doesn’t give you a pass. Bad manners are bad manners, plain and simple. It makes no difference that my  luscious body is adorned in a barely there bikini as I lie near my pool letting the sun warm my supple skin, you must keep your eyes to yourself!

You keep everything to yourself after all, so it shouldn’t be difficult. True we all have many secrets, but yours, yours is a particularly embarrassing one. A young man at the start of his life, home for the Summer, ready to begin his final year at University, and still … a virgin.

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Amazing Anal Phonesex

Chyanna 1-844-33-2639 x 249

I’m not sure why so many women don’t like anal. I guess there’s something in the word anal that turns women off. I don’t think they have really gave it a chance. If they did, they would know how much pleasure you can get from it. The orgasm is mind blowing. They just don’t know what they are missing.

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Jasmine’s Slave Boy Family Fun Phone Sex

MISTRESS JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Do you trust me?” I ask my son with a wicked laugh. He is naked and beautiful as he kneels at my feet, trembling with combination of fear and desire as I put the collar around his neck. He is overcome by such conflicting emotions– the desire to please, love, arousal and terror. But he nods his head and says “yes” for he loves me with blind devotion. He would do anything for the chance to be possessed by me, to be his mother’s slave and lover.

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Jasmine’s Room Service Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Who’s there?” I called. “Room service,” came the answer, muffled little bit by the closed door. I arose from bed and walked slowly, sensuously over to answer the door, a sly smile playing upon my lips. I opened the door and my smile, it became more wicked when I saw the look of shock and embarrassment register upon the sexy young porter’s face.

I wore nothing but long black silk stockings and garters, sheer black panties and high heels. The boy’s eyes roamed up and down my luscious but lithe form as though trying to commit to memory as much of the sight of me as possible before I closed the door. I beckoned to him to bring the tray in and winked as he gulped and the bulge in his trousers became even bigger.

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