House Wife Fantasy Call

Imagine walking in from the long sludge at work, the lousy commute home, where all you could think of was a hot phonesex call, to find me: wearing five-inch kitten stilettos, thigh-high fishnets and an apron...my nipples hard under the dark fabric, my neck and shoulders bare as bones. My cigarette cocked in my long fingers, the cherry on the smoke as red as my nails and my lipstick. If you look close you can see where the apron is wet from my crotch, from thinking of you all day.


I offer you a cocktail and sit you down, massaging your shoulders, relaxing you. You tell me all your secrets and I whisper how it's all gonna be all right. I stroke your shirt, smooth out your tie, rub my knee against your leg.
Your cock has been on my mind all day long, I whisper.
And like that your mine...your erection straining against your trousers.
Straddling you, I force your head between my legs and you respond like my pet should, sucking first my apron into your mouth, licking me as you gobble my clothing into your body. You lick and suck at my sex.

Later, I tie you up and drain your balls.
If you can get loose you can fuck me hard from behind.

You know I like it dirty. You take care of me, and I'll take care of you.!!

You can reach me at 1-888-402-8669 ask for Zona