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succubus phone sex
 
 
 
Manicured lawns.  An antique home refurbished with a Bedford stone facade sits in the middle of a perfection-ville.  On all sides people hire nannies and au pairs and the neighborhood runs amok with children while career parents peel in and out in SUV’s.  Young college co-eds dress the part.  Professional looking young business lady attire and ab envelope with all the necessary credentials.  An expectant father on a last minute solo mission to find the perfect au pair for his baby daughter.  Sounds like a recipe for perfection?  To me it is a recipe for things aren’t always what they seem phone sex.
You see our expectant father suffers from the same ailments as most of you blog readers.  He’s married.  He’s lonely.  He’s bored.  He’s used other means to stimulate himself sexually.  He spends a lot of time in the dungeon of his sexual past turning over rocks and opening up treasure troves of women and girls long gone.  Certain men, they pray for the miracle cure.  Some men have affairs, but others sell their souls for what they crave.  Especially when that craving rests in a time and place far removed from the present.
“Hello there, I’m Kay.”
He looked into my greenish blue eyes and in them saw an ethereal glow that stirred him immediately.  He knew me but didn’t know me.  The more we talked, the clearer things became.  We hit it off immediately.  My petite body and gorgeous pale skin kept him transfixed as we went over the nuances of the interview.  I call them nuances because I knew before I arrived that I had this job hands down.  I went into the kitchen and prepared him a special glass of lemonade–lifting my skirt and setting the glass to my nether lips I filled the cup full of my supernatural succubus venom.  As I watched him ingest the sweet concoction and the words, “you’re hired, Katie.”  Escaped his lips I transformed immediately and got right down to business.
You see this nimble bodied, pale-skinned au pair was sent from the very depths of depravity to live in sin next to her new target.  The more he drinks the more he gives.  As I pumped my moderately sized succubus prong in and out of his asshole and he came I scooped up his essence fed him some and then put the rest into the little vial of souls around my neck….
Things aren’t what they seem phone sex is exactly what this caller needed.  How about you?
 

Aimie 1-877-268-3134

 

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2 thoughts on “Things aren’t always what they seem phone sex

    1. Aimie Post author

      Hey there stranger! You need to call me. Email me and I will send you my updated schedule. It has changed since we did this call.

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