A Day In The Life Of Lucy’s Bra. Big Breast Phone Sex

*LUCY*  844-332-2639 xxx- 221

As much as my little black dress loves me (read all about that here!), my favorite little black bra loves me even more. Okay, so she’s not THAT little. I spent a fortune on her because she is custom made just for me. And she’s made of mostly lace. So, of course, I named her Lacey.

Lacey and I have so much fun together. I like the way she caresses my big breasts and let’s them spill out in just the most sexy way. She likes the way she gets lots of attention when the guys reach around and grab us together. And when my nipples get super hard and press against her lace, I know she tries to get them to peek through. 

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Jasmine’s Beautiful Breasts Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Breasts. Boobs. Tits. There are many words for them and that is because everyone, yes everyone, has a primal obsession with them.

Perhaps you want to taste my breasts, to suck upon them while you fuck me and they bounce back and forth with the force of your thrusts. Perhaps you want to put your cock between them and have me rub it up and down between them til you cry out in ecstasy and shoot  your delicious cum all over them. You might want to be my baby and breastfeed upon my big milky breasts. Mommy Jasmine would love that! Or perhaps you would like a pair of your own and covet these lush delectable symbols of femininity.

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The Scent of Jasmine Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 Ext. 262

I knew when I enter home and find little box on bureau it meant my husband Edward was going off on another one his business trips. It was customary for him to ply me with gifts whenever he was going away or whenever we argued, both of which seemed to be occurring more and more often. “Did you get my present,” he asked, now filling the doorway of our bedroom, his broad frame illuminated by the soft moonlight beaming in through the window.“Yes,” I said, “what’s the occasion this time, you have golf game with Sultan you must attend, Gin rummy with oil tycoon perhaps?”

He laughed and stepped into the bedroom, “No pal, nothing that exciting.” I hated when he call me pal by the way. “I have to fly down and look over some of my new investments in Miami, you know I can’t leave anything to chance with this much money involved.”“Of course,” I said, turning my back to him. A moment later I felt his arms around my waist, stronger than ever. He kissed my neck the way I like  and asked “Are you not going to open it?”

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