There’s nothing polite about the way I make you cum on the phone. I don’t do shy. I don’t do safe. I do raw, nasty, unfiltered fucking BBC Phone Sex fantasies — the kind you keep locked in your head until I force you to spit them out.
And when it comes to interracial phone sex? Baby, that’s where I get the dirtiest.
A person craves what feels forbidden. You imagine your big, veiny black cock buried in my tight white pussy. You picture me dripping while I grind down on you, moaning your name until you can’t take it anymore. On the phone, I make you live that fantasy — every filthy second of it.
Sometimes I whisper like I’m right in your ear:
“Mmm… you love hearing how wet I am for you, don’t you? I bet your cock is already throbbing, thinking about stretching me open.”
Other times, I don’t give you a choice:
“Stroke it for me. Slow. I want you leaking for me. Don’t stop until I tell you. You’re mine until I say you can cum.”
That’s the rush of Forbidden Phone Sex — the contrast, the taboo, the way it feels like we’re breaking every rule together. I make you say the words you’re scared to admit. I make you confess just how bad you want me, how hard you ache for my pussy, how deep you want to fuck me until you lose your mind.
By the time I’m done, you’re not just jerking off. You’re living the fantasy. You’re sweating, shaking, moaning like you’re inside me — and I’m moaning right back, soaking wet, making it real for you.
So don’t hide it. Don’t bite your tongue. Call me, tell me your dirtiest White Girl Phone Sex craving, and let me ruin you with my voice.
