You’re such a fucking hunk of a man, sweetheart, and my limpdick hubby just… well I haven’t called him a “man” since before the last time he tried to feed me the pathetic little piece of meat he’s packing. He kinda proved my point with that little stunt. He knows I need a real fucking stallion of a man with a potent tool to give me the kind of wet and sloppy cunt filling I deserve and that ain’t him and his. But that man is you and you’ve got a rock hard cock for me and some cuckold phone sex, yeah?
I knew it the first time you delivered a package to my high-rise while the girlie-man wasn’t home. That muscle-hugging shirt and those tight delivery-uniform shorts told me exactly what I needed to know about you, sweetheart, and I made sure that you knew that short yellow sundress was the only thing I was wearing. Easy enough to bend my ass over for your viewing pleasure putting down that big box behind me in the hall, yeah? Seeing my ass bare under that cute little hem is what did it, yeah sweetheart? What made you shove me onto my knees and slam that fucking door shut behind you, yeah?
I didn’t care, I needed some hot cuckold fucking from the rock hard schlong I could see in your shorts right there on the floor my limpdick hubby would be coming home to later. You didn’t barely have to tell me nothing for me to be pulling that thick piece of meat out and burying it in my fucking throat, did you sweetheart? Could you tell how fucking hungry I was for it?
But I think what made it even fucking hotter, sweetheart, was when you flipped me over and made my ass jiggle pounding my red hot cunt so fucking hard bareback right there on the floor. When you asked if I was on birth control and I told you no and begged you to cum inside my fertile hot womb and impregnate me, you almost couldn’t fucking believe how hot the cuckold phone sex delivery you signed up for got, could you, sweetheart?
Cum deliver to my place, sweetheart, call 1 888 474 6769 and ask for Ruth!