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Dark fantasies phone sex can go something like this.

I chuckle darkly, enjoying the power I have over him. “You like this, don’t you?” I ask as my breasts brush against his face again. He moans in response, unable to deny it. “Good,” I say with a wicked grin before leaning down and taking one of his nipples into my mouth. The taste of him on my tongue sends shivers through me and only serves to make me want more.
I begin moving up and down slowly at first, savoring every gasp for air that escapes from between his lips while he tries desperately not to cum too soon underneath me. His cock throbs against my stomach each time we meet; it’s clear how close he is getting already but still so far away from release due solely because of how good it feels being dominated by someone like myself – a big beautiful woman who knows exactly what buttons need pushing in order get men off their rockers!
As our rhythm picks up speed, so does the intensity between us; sweat drips onto our skin creating an intimate bond even though there isn’t any physical contact yet (other than where necessary). It feels amazing having such control over another person’s pleasure—knowing that all it takes is a simple shift in position or pressure applied just right could send them spiraling into oblivion… And when they finally do reach that point? Well then maybe – just maybe –I’ll consider letting them come inside these soft folds waiting eagerly below…

I can feel his desperation growing with each passing moment, his body straining against mine as he tries to find release. But I’m not ready to let him have it yet – not until he’s begged for it properly.

“Please,” he gasps out between breaths, his voice muffled by my breasts. “Oaklee, please…”

I smile down at him, enjoying the way my name sounds on his lips. “What do you want?” I ask teasingly, knowing full well what the answer will be.

“I want to cum,” he admits shamelessly. “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around me and milk me dry.”

My cunt clenches at the thought of having him inside me like that. It’s been too long since I’ve had a good fuck – one that leaves me feeling satisfied and used.

“Okay,” I say finally after making him wait for what feels like an eternity. “But first you have to prove yourself worthy.”

He nods eagerly without hesitation which only serves to turn me on even more; there’s nothing quite like having someone completely at your mercy who would do anything just to get off…

I lift myself off slightly so that only air touches his heated skin once again before slowly lowering myself back down onto his chest – this time however instead of sitting directly on top of him?

Rena

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Dark Fantasies Phone Sex with my submissive slutty tight torn pussy will send your balls to places you’ve never experienced. The ability to release all that pent up anger of your miserable life on my tiny gothic petite body. I looked for danger and now I’ve found it and the more I cry, whimper and complain the worse the punishments become.

You searched high and low for some fuck bitch you can make suffer the consequences of your sick and evil deviant sexual desires, one’s that get you locked up for life. You crave that rage and punishment, the smell of blood and gore, I’m your perfect broken whore. The fear in my eyes makes your cock start to move on its own, pre cum leaking while your brutally beat me destined to damage me to the core.

I’m so small and precious. Cute little face, tight little bubble butt, perfect to take your rape fantasies out on. Your only goal is to ram me raw, shred my cooter walls, rip with your thorny cock tip from the inside out and show me who the god damn boss man is, just like a master with a controlling plan.

Make me cry and whimper and beg for mercy while you’ve got your foot on my face, then choking my throat, taking away my ability to even breathe. Such a little sensitive submissive bitch, I just can’t take your abuse and brutal beatings, crying out for you too go full throttle, rapidly throwing me around like a broken whore rag doll.

Bound with my hands about my head, insides shredded seeping out of my cut up cunt, fecal cum pouring out of me like a broken sink, except I’m just another broken soul you’ve taken. Sick fuck, dicked down, ripped apart, your a master of the creeches, above all the creeps that have ever try to pound and dig me six feet under.

The one’s that can’t get laid so they prey on one’s like me. Tiny but torn, cracked, whipped, craving torture like daddy did me, fill me up and spit out all that naughty pedo childhood trauma that fills my soaked up snatch. Such fond family fucking memories fill my holes gripping your thorny shaft stabbing my cervix.

Belle

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