Let me tell you about my kinky confession phone sex lover! I have always had a taste for older married men. So it’s no surprise that I go and meet caller 243 on every Thursday for a rendezvous. I have to tell you the things this man can do with his tongue most can’t do with their entire bodies.

There is no secret between Monsieur and me. We share so much together.
There is nothing about being his mistress that is humiliating. It was so easy to become his lover. He is old enough to help me discover the realities of life. If you were to kiss my pussy right now, you would taste his flavor. That kiss would be as addicting as methadone prescribed to a heroin addict.

I know the name of every one of his family. Not for blackmail purposes. But because he feels so comfortable with me that he can confess everything. I am sure I am the person that women despise most in the world. But I don’t see why. I am not petty nor do I get upset at things that are frivolous. That’s why we get along so well.

He calls me his Lolita phone sex doll. I learned all about this particular type of man. The one that doesn’t like them quite bratty but not quite bitchy womanhood age either. I became all of that for him. There was a learning period to decipher the vice between respectable appearance and the Lolita Goddess.

I became that for him. The young slutty bitch who loved to be covered in his cum. He was never possessive or jealous when I flaunted my ass in front of younger men. He would kneel down in front of me and beg for the chance to dick drip in front of me.

Of course, I would punish him and cum with another guy. But that’s because Monsieur always wanted to be teased by me. He always wanted to be my kinky confession lover!

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