My Native Tongue Phone Sex with Hot Milf Jasmine

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Yes indeed, pet, I can teach to you many things about the Belarusian tongue, my native tongue. But it is my belief that showing it is better than telling and I desire to teach you,  to school you in how to serve and please a woman like me, a beautiful woman, a woman of the world, who will tolerate nothing but the best, a woman who knows what she wants and will not hesitate to tell you just exactly what to do and how to do it.

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Jasmine’s On the Prowl Cuckold Phonesex

 JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 263

I was on the prowl that night. My husband was out of town again on one of his infernal business trips and I decided to go to little club in Soho. Soon after I entered, I identified my prey. He was young, hot boy leaning up against the wall, his eyes tracing the lines of my body–my long legs in high heels, my luscious big breasts and when his eyes met mine, I dropped my own briefly and then brought them up again to his. This was my invitation and he did not need to be asked twice.  He began to ply me drinks, not knowing of course, that an Eastern European woman can drink any Western man under the table! Ha ha! Soon we were out upon the dance floor and I was rubbing my body against his,  grinding myself upon his cock which grew very hard very quickly, his breath fast and ragged in my ear.

I whispered to him and led him outside to my car where we fucked with abandon in the back seat. It was a brief encounter but in that moment, I really needed and wanted his big cock pounding deep inside me.

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Jasmine’s The Serpent Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Jasmine walked into the club and nonchalantly, handed her high heeled sandals to the young barman who knew her well. Rumour had it that he knew her very, very well indeed. Without even deigning to look at him, though he gazed longingly at her in mute appeal, she ordered a double brandy and padded across the floor barefoot, as though there were nothing unusual in being barefoot in a chic nightclub. Her head was held high and her Nile green dress was long, clinging to her beautiful body so closely that she might almost have been naked. She walked without care, consumed within the fires of herself.

As she moved, serpent-like through the crowd, the revelers moved out of her way reflexively. She curled her body sensuously into a chair beside the sweet blonde girl whose lover she had taken for her own and what she is said to have told her was later grist for the ever avid gossip mills of our social circle.

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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 Native Tongue Phonesex

JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

Yes indeed, little boy, I can teach to you many things about the Belarusian tongue, my native tongue. But it is my belief that showing is better than telling and I desire to teach you, young one, to school you in how to serve and please a woman like me, a beautiful woman, a woman of the world, who will tolerate nothing but the best, a woman who knows what she wants and will not hesitate to tell you just exactly what to do and how to do it.

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Games With Auntie Jasmine Pt 2 Phonesex

Mistress Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

My nephew realized his mistake. We had been playing The Waiting Game and he had cum without asking my permission. Truthfully, I found the fact that he had cum so fast convenient for now I would have good excuse to punish him. Not that I needed an excuse. I owned him completely, body, soul, mind and cock. He would have done anything for me.

I smirked disdainfully at his still dripping cock. “You do nothing without my permission,” I said. “Do you understand?” His breath was ragged when he answered me, “yes Aunt Jasmine.” “No,” I said. Today I am not going to be Aunt Jasmine. I am going to be Mistress Jasmine.”

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