When Maneaters Attack Phonesex: The Cross-Dresser-Part 2

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“Are you ready,” he asked, his head poking out of the bathroom door, his voice cracking with nerves. “Yes,” I said, making sure to give my voice that innocent tone that makes most men drop their guard. “I’ve been waiting since foreveeeeerrrrrr.” “Okay, here goes.” The bathroom door slowly creaked open and out stepped Jeff, wobbling a bit in his brand new high heels, almost tripping. He paused a moment, steadied his feet, made some adjustments to his tight blue dress and pantyhose and stepped forward. With his composure fully regained, he did a 360 turn and with a big smile on his face asked, “Well, how do I look?”

“Stunning,” I replied with a smile that no doubt did not reach my flint-like eyes but, of course, he was too stupid and caught up in himself to notice….

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Maneater Phonesex

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She slowly licked the shaft of his cock, then giving it a few strokes, made it reach full mast. “Now that is one giant cock.” She took it in her mouth once more and I could hear her sucking even from my vantage point.
She was on top of him now, her wet pussy gripping his big black cock moving her hips in a sort of circular motion. “Don’t cum yet,” she was saying, “let me cum first, I need to cum first.” She then lifted her right tit to her mouth and started sucking her own nipple, when she looked up and saw me watching her from the closet. A sly smile came over her face and then she exploded in orgasm.

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