Pathetic Phonesex Excuse

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Lets just get this straight. You’re a fucking loser who pays girls to make fun of you, something you could presumably get for free considering you’re that laughably pathetic. I mean I’d say it grosses me out to think of you jerking off to me but to be honest? I love sickness, I love pervs, I love pathetic weirdo’s. You freaks are what make me excited, you’re so fucking sad and despicable I can’t help but feel fond of you, like you’re some kind of joke without a punchline but I just can’t stop hearing it.

I mean this is the only positive attention you’re going to get and its to make fun of you. There’s no other way anyone else would ever pay attention to you, its fucking hilarious if you think about it, god just the thought of your pathetic ass trying to save up to ‘splurge’ on some girl spitting on you is just so fucking hot. I love how broken you bitches can be.

So just admit it to yourself here. You’re a loser, you know it, and you need me. When you stop trying to pretend this is just a fetish I can do so much worse to you, and you want it to be worse, don’t try to pretend you don’t.

Foot Fucker Phonesex Findomme

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Basically, my feet? They’re money. They create money. They spend money. They earn money. They’re worth money, they’re fucking midas toes.

They just naturally look good with money, they look good with 100 dollar bills slipped between their toes, toeing with change or covered in jewels, pretty jewelry and fancy fur.

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Mindfuck Reprogramming Phonesex

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Close your eyes. Empty your mind. Shouldn’t be hard, idiot. Not much in there other then your own pathetic desires regardless.

You’re being strapped to the chair. Its in the center of the room. Everything is tied and secure, you can’t barely move anything, other then a small amount of slack with your hand upon your cock. You can keep stroking it. Who’d imagine a faggot like you couldn’t.

No door. There was light but you don’t know from where. And then the off blue stattaco glow of a monitor in front of you, your head is strapped down. You can’t move. Just squirm.

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What I love about Phone Sex Fucking

844-332-2639 ext. 205

Back again so soon luv? My my, you may just be an agreeable bitch. Since you’re wanting to gaze at me and know more, I’ll happily tell you all about me. But of course you want a taste. That’s good. Taste is important. How about a taste of the things I like.

I like to fuck. I love a good dick. I love to lick it and torment it, letting it get near to explosion but not pushing. I like to tie it up in shoelace knots. I love to bite foreskin. I love to fuck outside. I love to ride a man in the mud of his front yard and telling him he better do it fast and right, or someone will say. I love to fuck in married mens beds. I love to fuck their wives.

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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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