Take a Look in the Mirror Phonesex with Mistress Rhianna

MISTRESS RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

Take a look in the mirror, loser. Take a good hard look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see. There you kneel, at my feet, in your faggotty little pink and white satin panties, a dildo up your ass, having just licked my high heels clean, looking up at my long legs, perfect tits and flowing blonde hair like the pathetic maggot you are. You know you can’t have me. You know you aren’t worthy. And you know that without me, you would be lost. All you can do is look at me and worship because as you know, touching of Mistress Rhianna is not permitted and even if it were, you wouldn’t have the fucking nut to even try.

You can’t do anything but look and desire. You can’t do anything else because I OWN YOUYou can’t cum because I OWN YOU. And I haven’t given you permission to cum yet….It’s pure torture isn’t it? Ah how deliciously amusing to know that you either thrive or wilt at my command….

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The Waiting Game Phone Sex Part 2

Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

My nephew realized his mistake. We had been playing The Waiting Game and he had cum without asking my permission. Truthfully, I found the fact that he had cum so fast convenient for now I would have good excuse to punish him. Not that I needed an excuse. I owned him completely, body, soul, mind and cock. He would have done anything for me.

I smirked disdainfully at his still dripping cock. “You do nothing without my permission,” I said. “Do you understand?” His breath was ragged when he answered me, “yes Aunt Jasmine.” “No,” I said. Today I am not going to be Aunt Jasmine. I am going to be Mistress Jasmine.”

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The Waiting Game Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 263

When he was younger, my nephew and I had played games together. But I knew that I was going to enjoy playing even more games with him now that he had become such a beautiful big boy. Oh yes, we now had so many more interesting games to play. For now we would begin with “The Waiting Game”

.I straddled my nephew, feeling his big cock stiffen beneath my pussy. My luscious big breasts were nearly in his face and he started to move his hands upward as though to squeeze them when I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and pulling his head back I forced his mouth open with my tongue. I began to grind my panty clad pussy against that delicious big bulge in his trousers and felt him grow even harder. I was enjoying this and really I would have fucked him there and then but I could not resist to tease him, to edge him, to make him ache with desire so much that it hurt.

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Fuck Me The Way I Tell You! Phonesex

JASMINE 844- 332-2639 Ext. 262

I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

I led him to the bed I shared with my husband. It gives me particular thrill to fuck young men in the bed where I fuck also my husband. Am I evil? Perhaps so. All I know is I enjoy the thrill of knowing I might get caught andI thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet  the light smell of my husband’s musk on the sheets I purposely tell the maid not to change on days when I am “entertaining”, the smell of my husband mingling with smell of my newest young hot fuck.

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Butch Girls Don’t Cry Phonesex

RHIANNA 1-844-332-2639 x 253

After pulling off those ugly as hell Doc Martin’s and her well worn pair of Levi’s boot-cuts, my mouth-first ascension into the promised land of her sweet wet pussy was halted by the sight of her plaid boxer shorts. Goddamn BVD’s! “What,” she asked, “is something wrong?””Uh-uh baby, relax,” I cooed softly in her ear. Fuck man, this was sure turning out to be an interesting night ….

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