Rape phone sex fantasies for the holidays might not be what most women want. But everyone knows I am not most women. A far cry from a normal woman. If you do not know what to give me, how about a hard cock and a bag of coke? Jim is this drug dealer in town who loves to hang with me. Although I like his coke, I am not a fan of his cock. Not because it is too small. Just the opposite. It is too big. Huge big. And he he is a white guy too.
I partied with Jim the other night and my ass is still prolapsed. But I think it was still prolapsed from my son’s last visit. He really did a number on my ass. And my body too. But that’s a different story. Jim dominated my ass like I was his personal ass rape porn star. In a way I was because I could not pay for his coke. Not with cash anyway. But who needs cash when you have an ass? That is what my mother always says. She taught me to trade my fuck holes for coke. Its not prostitution. It’s bartering she would always tell me.
Why Pay for Coke When I Can Trade My Ass for It
Jim gets super high on meth and coke. Although he is a fun guy to hang with, when he mixes coke and meth, my ass suffers. Not only did he fuck my asshole, but he also fisted it when his dick would not get hard after his third cum. Not my fault men can not cum like women can. But he punished my ass nonetheless. At one point, he had a fist in my cunt and ass at the same time so he could lift me in the air. Not that I wanted to be his fist puppet. No woman wants that.
But again, I know I am not just any woman. I am a druggy whore and a taboo phone sex slut. And I am yours to use for Christmas too.
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