Let’s get it on. I’m on a binge from getting high and woke up this morning still feeling freaky about being a drug whore phone sex. You wouldn’t believe the things I do just from getting high. Yesterday I walked right into a gang bang at my dealer’s house. This tiny body did everything I could to keep up with the 40 cocks. Mostly they were all BBC, but there were a few skinny white fucks too. When I walked in, my dealer perked up and knew I was short on cash. What better way to get my drugs than with the help of my dealer?

After a few hours of spreading my legs and I am higher than a fucking kite. I mean, this wasn’t by any means shit. I got the good stuff. Now I admit I don’t remember the whole night or even how I got home. What I do know has I pressed their limits and made this hot steamy fantasy one to remember. I don’t bother with missionary sex. My drug whore phone sex is way beyond that. When you see what I can do, I don’t waste time; I dive right into the kinky shit. I am like a crack whore on drugs, and if you feed me, the shit keeps coming. Those cocks spread me open wider than the Grand Canyon and filled me up more than milk, all just because of a few hits.

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Once I was high, I threw caution to the wind and begged for more. Being a drug whore is risky, but it is one of the best things I have ever done. Pairing my two best things together, sex and drugs. So come on over, you sick, perverted fucks, and let’s get busy with some kinky wild sex with this drug whore phone sex.