Dirty phone talk is a thing of the past, because now, I, Emerson, am here to make you succumb to my demands. I know my voice has a certain charm to it, one that makes you melt away and turn into the submissive sissy that you so desperately desire to be. Don’t worry, I’ve got just what you need. That bussy is going to feel the power of a big black cock, and you’re going to look great while getting pounded into the floor.
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My voice is a hypnotic rhythm, a seductive beat that pulses through you, stirring your most primal desires. “Girls talking dirty makes your clitty so wet,” I purr, my voice a hypnotic hum that sends shivers down your spine. “But what gets it soaking is BBC.”
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I am a mistress of the senses. I know just how to heighten your pleasure, how to make you feel every inch of your submission. “Go ahead, slut,” I say, my voice a sultry whisper. “Take a hit, take a shot, get really fucked up for mommy so we can have a lot of fun.” I drive you to the edge, making you stroke, suck, and ride until your little bussy prolapses. I’m not satisfied until you’re utterly spent, until you’ve surrendered completely to your sissy training.
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