Mrs Olenska’s Hot Milf by the Pool Phonesex

MRS. JASMINE OLENSKA 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

You looked out your window and saw the hot MILF by the pool in a bikini that leaves little bit to the imagination. Didn’t your mother teach you that staring is impolite?

Just because you live next-door to a beautiful sexy MILF doesn’t give you a pass.

Bad manners are bad manners, plain and simple. It makes no difference that my  luscious body is adorned in a barely there bikini as I lie near my pool letting the sun warm my supple skin., You must keep your eyes to yourself!

You keep everything to yourself after all, so it shouldn’t be difficult. True we all have many secrets, but yours, yours is a particularly embarrassing one. A young man at the start of his life, home for the Summer, ready to begin his final year at University, and still … a virgin.

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Jasmine’s Slave Boy Family Fun Phone Sex

MISTRESS JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Do you trust me?” I ask my son with a wicked laugh. He is naked and beautiful as he kneels at my feet, trembling with combination of fear and desire as I put the collar around his neck. He is overcome by such conflicting emotions– the desire to please, love, arousal and terror. But he nods his head and says “yes” for he loves me with blind devotion. He would do anything for the chance to be possessed by me, to be his mother’s slave and lover.

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Jasmine’s Good Little Boy Phonesex Part 2

 JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

“Do you want to please me, baby?” I ask you with deceptive sweetness. You melt and nod eagerly like you did when you were just my baby boy, my little son. You are still my little son, although what a big boy you have grown into–on the outside anyway. Inside you are still reduced to a needy, whimpering mass of jelly by that lust and desire for your own mother, a lust that has never abated, not one whit, not even after all these years of us living together and loving and fighting and fucking.

“Do you want to be Mommy’s good little boy?” I ask. You want to cry out, don’t you? You want to cry “Yes!” You want to throw yourself at me. But I do not want that, no. You will kneel in front of me and await my instructions like a good little boy, your cock stiff beneath your trousers, your body trembling in fear and desire.

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The Way He Walked Phone Sex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

I had noticed and watched him from afar long before we ever came to speak. He was in his late teens, I guessed and his young, muscular body, his ruffled dark hair and his tattoos thrilled me. I was particularly taken by the way he walked or should I say, strutted. That walk said “Fuck you” to the entire world and that insouciance, that “fuck you”, it appealed to me. I am drawn to people who do not give a damn for what others think of them for I am that way myself. I am who I am without apology and so was he. He was a study in turbulence and energy. He was trouble which him all the more alluring .

One hot day, in the depth of the summer, I was crossing the street and I saw him while pretending not to. I saw his eyes take in my body in my skin tight soft jersey top and short skirt. He smiled at me knowingly and said hello. I met his eyes and issued an invitation that required no words. I led him back to my place and my eyes were fastened on his arms, his body, his ass in those tight jeans as I imagined what lay beneath.

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Something Wild Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext 262
It was late  in the evening as I sat alone on the chaise lounge, looking out the bay window of my penthouse apartment at all the lights of Manhattan, drinking a rather large snifter of brandy. The ticking of the grandfather clock began to oppress me, as though my life, I could measure it out by each and every tick of that fucking clock. I was alone again as my husband was away–again–on business trip.
Barefooted, I walked out onto the balcony. The winter breeze was cool on my face as the liquor worked its magic warming me up from the inside. Excitement moved through my veins as surely as that brandy. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was not, but at that moment I began to feel a deep longing, yes, a longing to run, to become someone else if only for tonight, to escape, to be free, to do something. To do– something wild.

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The Taste of Jasmine Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262
His face close to mine … the warmth of his breath on my cheek …  “Taste yourself,” he whispered … his mouth hungrily devouring mine,  our tongues exploring one another’s mouths–tongue fucking. His magnificent cock deep inside my wet pussy grinding, pumping. My orgasm building, savoring the taste of my sweet juice on his lips.

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JUST. LIKE. THAT Phonesex

JASMINE 844- 332-2639 Ext. 262

I walked slowly, hips swaying, toward the door to my penthouse, my five inch heels clicking on the tiles in the entryway. I was naked save for those fuck me heels, black stay up stockings and sheer black bikini panties. The boy’s jaw literally dropped when he saw me. HA! I love to see that look of pure amazement and arousal in the eyes of my young lovers. “Oh, I thought perhaps you would not come,” I lied as I turned around and with wicked smile, beckoned him to follow me. And follow me he did, this young boy, this boy who wanted me so much that his breath was already ragged even though he had yet even to touch me. This boy who belonged utterly to me now, enraptured by my beauty and sexual power.

I led him to the bed I shared with my husband. It gives me particular thrill to fuck young men in the bed where I fuck also fuck my husband. Am I evil? Perhaps so. All I know is I enjoy the thrill of knowing I might get caught and the light smell of my husband’s musk on the sheets I purposely tell the maid not to change on days when I am “entertaining”, the smell of my husband mingling with smell of my newest young hot fuck.

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