She had to go or something. I love phone sex,but I like someone to know what to say and some people I learn are selfish phone sex talkers. This was th...e case for last phone sex. I met this chick from another adult site,quite similar to this one. She was the total oppiste ofvthe other person I just mentioned. Her voice was sexy and said the right things,but it was a BAD experience overrall. Once, she ejaculated, and you could tell in her voice,she had a great release,but I never cum. She didn't. They chatting about nothing really, just making conversation. ‘So, who did you like the best?’ she asked. ‘Everyone was superb. You were magnificent and thrilled me completely when you invoked the temporary tradeoff with the other host guide. Marcy gave me her all, excepting maybe a boobjob or handjob. I didn’t have sex with Janice but she choreographed four statuesque artists who provided me with a very personal performance. No complaints. I liked them all.’ ‘But you missed a boobjob and. ‘I’ve been watching those infomercials on t.v. at night. You know, the ones for girls gone crazy. They’re so hot. They take off their shirts, you know, IN THE INFOMERCIAL. But then they block it out with this black bar. I haven’t seen a real girl’s boobs in a whole fucking year. It’s getting so bad that any black bar is a turn on.’ He was standing there looking dopey with his hands waving about trying to persuade me to go through with it. I thought about fifty bucks. I could pay off rent with. Lungs shriveled. Muscles twitched. She thought she might drown. A cloud of yellow shot out from underneath her ripped nylons as she lost control of her bladder, the hot stream cutting through the icy brine. As if sensing her life force ebb, more tentacles embraced her and propelled her to the surface.Recycled air never tasted so sweet.Inhaling, oxygen singed her every nerve. A high higher than high. Higher than heroin. Fleshy confines strong yet tender. Glancing at the clock, her breath caught..