Cei loser phone sex

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What kind of fucking loser would fantasize about eating their own cum. Did you think its normal you stupid fuck? That I find it sexy that you’re basically a faggot, that I’m ‘happy’ to see you eating your own dick slime? You wanna slurp down your own jizz, you filthy fucking little slut.

But oh wait, the show gets better, you’re so pathetic you’ll beg me for instructions. Why’s that? Because you’re an addicted degenerate loser; you need my abuse to manage to squirt your pathetic worthless load into your slimy little paw to lick up because its the only thing that will work for a slut like you.

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Heel Worship Phonesex

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These boots where made for walking, specifically, walking the fuck over you. I want you to lay down, on the ground, and press them into you. Feel your skin yield, your muscles soften, feel you yield, whimper. Feel the breath gasp out of you when I stand on your chest.

I want to use just the heel of my stiletto. And gently grind it into your nuts, not enough to cause lasting damage, but I want to luxuriate in the pain. I want to see you weep, pet.

I want to hear you cry.

And thank me. Thank my boots. Love my boots, worship them. Lick them.

Then if you’re lucky, oh so lucky.

I will flip you over on your belly.

And force my heel in to peg your dirty ass, bitch.

Austra

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Phonesex Reminder: While I’m away, Remember Heels

High Heels

Are Pleasure

Mixed with Pain

Words to remember pets. These shoe’s are made for walking, and walking is what I do. If you ask right, one of these days I’m going to walk all over you.

While I’m gone I want to make sure everyone of my lovelies is ensuring they spend a little time worshiping the beautiful and terrible majesty that is heels.

Worship Me, Then Phonesex

844-332-2639 ext. 205

 

Introductions are in order. You are beneath me. I am Austra.  It’s a pleasure to meet me, I’m sure, and pleasure is what I deal in. I’m the girl your mommy warned you about. I’m the bitch you never had the guts to talk to. I’m the redheaded intelligent deviant that can fuck up everything for you.

I like to fuck. Every kind of fucking imaginable. Your body. My body. Your mind. Your life. Your soul. Your wallet. Your family. Your friends. Everything about you is something smooth, soft, and willing for me. You’ll find there’s no other ways about it, pet.

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