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 Hey, hey fetish phone sex FREAKS -what’s goin’ ON?!?  Fuckin’ A, baby… I LOVE the ring of a small penis humiliation call in the morning. I talked with “N” -who found me while a-Googling & “loved reading my blog” & “loved my language” a.k.a “my NYC-speak”…  & hadda kick me a call -3 friggen’ times, hahaha. I took his sweet, little Asian girlfriend to the club with me; he came with us, I wanted him to watch his girl -not to mention her neglected & cock hungry cunt, workin’ the big dicked dudes on the dance floor. “N’s” microscopic dicklet was startin’ to swell & then we watched his gf in her black thigh highs, red tube top, hair in pigtails with her platform, leather Mary Janes walk into the backroom with both of her dance partners. Cooler than an ice pack, I told him to sit tight & to sink the rest of his drink; once he did that, we’d “see where she went.”  I knew where she was. She was in the back room, on all fours.  Face down.. ass up…  strokin’ & suckin’ 10 fat, inches while takin’ another 10 stretchin’ her finally-fucked-right-hole.  “N” stood there jerkin’ his swollen & small (hahaha isn’t that an oxymoron?!) penis, while his gf giggled & looked over her shoulder at him. What was I doin’? Makin’ sure “N” was on his knees. He had some bigtime fluffin’ to do. Especially if he wants the fresh, creampie drizzlin’ from her cuntal fuckin’ crack.

My name’s Faith & I want ya suckin’ a huge fuckin’ cock. To make up for the one ya don’t have.

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