I love the way they look at me… the way men can’t hide the heat in their eyes, the way they imagine me just for them. Every glance makes my skin tingle, every smirk makes me ache to tease and please. That rush, that thrill, is why I’m addicted to being wanted. And tonight… tonight is going to be filthy.
“Man, you can just have Sex With My Sister and pay me the money,” my brother had joked earlier, smirking like it was nothing. I heard him, and the thought alone made my pulse spike. He knew exactly how much I enjoyed the game, how much power I had, how much they’d be begging for every inch of me. And now, here he is… my brother’s friend… shivering, desperate, already aching for me.
I saunter to the door, hips swaying, hair cascading over my shoulders, eyes dark with hunger. “You ready?” I whisper, voice low and dripping with promise. He nods, trembling, unable to hide the need radiating off him. God, I love knowing how much control I have… the way every gasp, every whimper, is mine to command.
I press him against the wall, letting my hands roam slowly, teasing, soft then firm, making him ache for more of my sweet pussy. My lips brush his neck, whispering naughty little promises, feeling him shiver, feeling him lose control. My body presses against his, wet and hungry, every curve teasing, every sigh, every tremble pulling him deeper into my heat.
I love the way he moans, the way his hands wander, desperate to feel me, desperate for more. I guide him, letting him explore just enough, teasing him, watching him melt. My moans slip out, low and sinful, matching the rhythm of my pleasure, letting him know just how filthy, how addicted he’s going to be to me.
I arch, grinding, letting the tension coil tighter, letting him moan, letting him beg, letting him drown in the fantasy I’m giving him. Every gasp, every shiver, every soft, needy sound is pure ecstasy, dripping from me, letting him taste the addictive fire that is all me.
We lose ourselves in the heat, in the moans, in the sinful rhythm of desire. When it’s over, I’m dripping, trembling, covered in cum, satisfied, but already craving the next time… because being wanted like this… being worshiped like this… is the kind of filthy addiction only I can deliver.
Yolanda
Call Yolanda: (855) 733-5746 ext 4230
Visit Yolanda's Phone Sex Profile
Read Yolanda 's Phone Sex Blog
