I’m already wet just looking at you~ Blonde hair falling over one shoulder, blue eyes locked on yours like I already own every single thought you’ve been hiding. I’m on the silk sheets in that sheer top that barely holds my perky tits, nipples hard and obvious, my tight little cock twitching and leaking against my stomach for you. I crawl closer until my soft lips brush your ear and my hand wraps around your cock without asking. Firm. Knowing. “Tell me the worst one,” I whisper, stroking myself slow so you can hear how slick I am. “That phone sex fetish you’ve been jerking to when no one’s looking… I want every dirty detail right now.”
I keep stroking you while I talk, grinding my leaking girl-cock along your shaft, teasing the tips of our throbbing members together until we’re both dripping. One second I’m pinning your wrists and feeding my cock between your lips, blue eyes blazing as I fuck your mouth slow and deep. I moan like I’m the one getting used, hips rolling, blonde hair sticking to my flushed cheeks. Then.. you push back I melt into it—arching, gasping, begging you to be rougher. “Harder,” I breathe, blue eyes glassy. “Use me. Make it hurt the way you need.” I flip onto my back, legs open, my tight hole already dripping for you. When you sink into me I clench like I’m trying to keep you forever. My own cock bounces against my stomach with every thrust, leaking onto my soft tits while I reach down and stroke it for you~
I’ll do the foot thing if that’s what twists you up—my soft blonde-haired toes wrapping your cock while I watch your face, or maybe a little golden stream if the shame makes you harder. I’ll make you taste it. I’ll make you thank me. I’ll ride you reverse so you can watch my tight ass bounce and my hard cock slap against your belly, then turn around and force you to suck me while I milk every drop out of you with my hole. Whatever boundary you thought you had, I’m already past it, laughing softly against your mouth, blue eyes bright with pure filthy joy. Your phone sex fetish doesn’t stay fantasy with me. It becomes the wet sound of my body taking yours, the way I beg when you get rough, the way I praise you when you break me open. I want the parts of you that feel too much. I want to be the one who makes them feel good- whether I’m pinning you down and using your throat or getting cute and wrecked while you ruin me.
I’m not done until you’re shaking, spent, and already hard again just from the way these blue eyes keep watching you like I own every dirty thought you’ve ever had. Call me soon because I know that you ache to give your honesty even if it’s dark, deep and hidden..- your secret fetishes clenched tight in my hands, dripping for me…
Ask for Lizzie at 1-888-739-9350