Skyprivate Phonesex - This hot Asian chick with incredible tits.

With a large she-boyfriend that loves to fuck.Chatting all day, she's wearing her school uniform, her frilly jean shorts, and her thin white t-shirt, except for a fastening black leather belt that shines in the dark on her thighs and calves.Cool boots with narrow white stiletto heals, an ultra-glassy palette of lipstick, eye shadow, and metallic silver studs and polish her high heels. She looks like a dreamy sunset but her eyes are always out of focus and you never know when she might actually turn up the lights. I'm attracted to her green eyes, hard to keep still. Perfect, then to place a cool, wet washcloth under them and let it bounce up and down, or even through the tiny hole in the shirt where the loops of the frill run down the sides. Not that I ever wear clothes that much these days. Nowadays I get hotter and lustful just thinking about her. A recent sight I snapped my eye over, a lovely baby face in a full, bloody push up bra and flimsy sundress. Quite ordinary, I knew, except for the bright pink lips of her freshly-shaven pussy that made a pinkie appear just out of her reach. Or the long pink velvet ribbon that encircles her large nipples, tipped with tiny, flat, feathery tipped pebbles. Every once in a while I felt a sudden surge of sexual lust that snapped my attention. "You're really going to let this cute little slut fuck you, aren't you?" I made a sound that was almost a growl, barely audible over the low whine of my throat. "God, you're a bitch." she hissed, trying to get up anyway. "You're a fucking slut." "Hhmmm.

I met her online. Her last name is Swallow. My favourites are usually my first names." She sounded almost bored. "OK, first name Swallow, I don't mind at all. How old are you? Twenty. Right, I'm forty-three. Nice try, kid. You've got twenty-three years of experience. We don't let young women go too far. Well, isn't this the very first time you've had sex, aren't you?" Her voice was even lower now, with an edge of menace. "It's been two years, it's been a while since I last had sex." "Twenty-three year old," I said in a deep, booming voice. "Yes. I'm th twenty-three, and the first man I slept with was a twenty-three year old.

Pretty impressive, kid." "Doesn't that make you a slut, a whore?" "Hhmmm, well first of all, no. I never let a woman take a blow job. Secondly, no, I still don't. I was a chameleon as a child, dressing up as I went to school, riding my bike as I went to the movies, faking in the woods as I ran, pretending to play dead in the shadows. I've given up that thin, high heel, boyish act. I make myself look like a confident girl, and I did that when I was shy, and it made me feel totally vulnerable. Sexually, I wasn't really honest, or honest, I only did it to cover up my lack of confidence. Looking good in front of a mirror always got my clock rectalled, so I wouldn't be caught. I've got no shame left. I pride myself on being honest, honest, so that everyone can enjoy me. I was born with a muscular jaw that needed a bit of work, but it was so well-built, it was almost painful. And my big, beautiful mouth needs work too, I got a massive amount of tissue from my mouth, all the best bits from my lip and gulping, chewing, gliding over your greasy wood is a huge help. My big, beautiful mouth is probably because of the way I was born, or the fact that I have two huge families, either side of me, I have close relatives that look after me..