On the Hunt Phonesex

Lyric 844-332-2639   x247

Sometimes I like being extra naughty. But in a sneaky devious way.

And being devious starts with being on point. Painted on jeans, five inch heels on my brown leather boots give my ass quite a lift, and push my delightful tits out just so.  A low cut blouse, borderline
professional looking if not for my breasts half spilling out.  Ruby red lips, and my hair bouncy, soft, cascading down my shoulders.

But it’s not a man I’m hunting. At least not yet. No, no, silly boy. I said extra naughty, in a sneaky devious way.

So first, I head to the bus station, where I live this is the natural end of the line.  This is where people of all ages buy one way tickets to run from their sad, disappointing lives.

Who knew so many teen girls live sad, disappointing lives. Of course, someone is going to snap them up when they decamp their bus, tired, sullen, innocent, and vulnerable. But the fat, lazy pimps have no shot to add to their stable with pretty, sexy me there.  Well, the pimps do, but only after I pick what I want.

See, these runaways look at me, dressed so fine and so sexy and think “that’s what I want to be.”.  It’s almost unfair how easy it is to get them to come home with me.

Today’s treat is Eve.  By the looks of it she’s in her mid teens. Her tits are ahead of the rest of her, no bra is needed to hold up these beyond perk 36 D’s. Her hips? Well, if her tits are going on twenty, something else must be going on six, no?

I just have to smile and say hi and she follows me through the terminal.  It’s almost too easy, though my quickly moistening cunt seems not to mind.  I ask her why she ran away from home.  Startled, she’s not sure how I know her secret.  It’s ok, I tell her, I was once your age, too. Let me guess, your parents don’t want you to grow up?

Don’t worry, I tell her, as I take her hand in mine, you’ll feel plenty grown up with me.

A couple hours later and I hear the doorbell. It’s you. And as I go to answer your ring I look back. Eve sheds a small tear, the only thing to protect her naked body.  Well, besides the six inch bubble gum
pink platforms she’s in.  I turn back, and slap her overwhelmed face. More tears. I smile. As I open the door you……

Well tell me dear caller, what do you do? Are you man enough to enjoy the tiny spectacle I’ve prepared for you?

Call me. I’m anxious to find out.

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