I love keeping my naughty phone sex callers guessing, especially those who can appreciate a sexy little teen phone sex slut like myself. 
When I saw the hula hoops behind his chair, I knew that we were kindred spirits. While scantily clad in only an aqua bikini top (push-up, naturally) and a pair of short, white bootie shorts (the kind that show off the bottoms of my butt cheeks), I slid the hula hoop on my hips and started to work my magic.
“Fuck, you’re giving me a hard-on, Tasha,” he said in a way that was only half-complaining. My eyes focused on his, but I could clearly see the outline of his massive member forming in his jean shorts, which only turned me on even more.
While still keeping the hula hoop on my hips, I spun around and kept on working my magic, moving my hips around like a pro while unhooking my bra. I tossed it over on the couch and raised my hands over my head as I shot him a look from behind. A sweet, satisfied smile spread across my lips as I saw his eyes, fixated on my upper thighs, lower back, but mostly my ass as I moved in front of him, like a naughty, blonde phone sex seductress.
Just when I thought my “work day” could not get any hotter, I was told to be a good little mommy phone sex whore and get all of my holes lubed up and ready for “T.” I think it’s safe to say that I hit the pillow last night, dreaming of my bad boys and playing with my juicy little bald pussy.
Tasha 1-800-931-5905