I can’t believe I’m so fucking horny and can’t wait to eject this brat from my phone sex mommy cunt! I want to be tossed around like a bag of potatoes and have the holy hell fucked out of me. I cant get enough cock and its driving me insane. Last night as I was feeding my little fuck tot my husband asks if I needed anything from the store. I knew fully well he was going to stop by the adult bookstore and suck off a big dick before he came back. I told him to being me one of those BBC he likes to suck back with him. I much rather him suck cock in front of me than for him to think he has to sneak around.
Plus I needed fucked it had been days and I wanted filled with that big black dick. As I was putting my brats to bed All I could think of was my throbbing cunt. I satisfied myself with sucking a little pee-pee and licking a little cunt before that man showed up too. And boy was he a black beauty. My husband is so good to this preggo phone sex whore! He got me a 11-inch BBC to fuck away my pregnant blues! My pussy is a little sore now and my husband is fast asleep with a belly full of cum! Now if you want to suck cock for me or just fuck a pregnant slut it does not matter. I just need cum any way I can get it!









I remember the first time I was with a man. My mommy’s boyfriend, my step daddy, showed me exactly what it means to be a woman. I was a teen, I’m hornier than anything. Being a French girl in the Southern United States? That got me a lot of attention from the boys. But down in Baton Rouge, down in New Orleans, it’s not as uncommon as you might think. My step daddy took a special interest in me. Mama was out at the market, shopping with my sister Marci. He came to me after I had finished my back. Wordlessly, he sat me on my bed, laid me down, spread my sweet, young, bald pussy lips, and gave me a true kiss. The kiss that let his younger flicker over my clit. The kiss that left me screaming, and shaking. He scolded me, as I called for God’s blessing in my native tongue. Over his knee I went, freshly dripping and trembling from my first orgasm. He spanked my bare ass again, and again. Until I counted in English, and spoke never again a word of French. Then, he kissed me again on my young cunt before slipping his fingers inside of me. Only a taste, he said. When I was begging, he’d let me have his cock. It was later that summer on a sticky Louisiana August evening that we conceived my first son. He branded me as his breeding whore. And I lapped it all up; a kitten with her cream. Now, I teach my own little ones. I smile; I’m the cat that got the canary.












