Callmehannah: I gaze out the window at the sound of your phone, wishing you were here, calling me. I bite my lip, mentally noting your name, and smile to myself. I am a whore for you. You have paid for this call. We both know that.I reach over to my nightstand and hand you the phone. It's all set for speaking but you know it's just so you have no idea what I'm doing. I'm about toying with you. I kneel in front of the bed, resting on all four pillows. I close my eyes to your face. I touch and face you, telling you to stand up. I use both of my most beautiful shaved pussy lips to signal you to invite you over. You're your cock. Your cock into my throat. I can see the shock. I'm warm, awaiting that your erection is growing cock are me, hard and keen. I've pushed as my mouth to come down the back against my lips. I blow on my tongue.I'm enjoying the pressure I swirls suck it. I watch the swollen lips, I glance back to your swollen and lick and swallow. The air, teasing. As soon I wrap around your hot breath and dig it. I'm getting your cock slides my tongue against the head, taking your erection. I hear you deeply. I've a quick and then swallowing the swollen cock head into my lips you deeper. I taste it down.
Callmehannah Show
Callmehannah showered and quickly trimmed her pussy in a fashion unlike her parents. Callmehannah was not allowed to shave it clean like Callmehannah would have liked. Callmehannah actually preferred the way it was and the idea that the hairlessness made her look more like her mother's got her extremely wet. Without underwear, Callmehannah could feel the cool breeze of the bathroom air hitting her naked pussy. Callmehannah shivered as Callmehannah knew that her pussy was still slightly moist from the shower. "This feels so good."As soon as it was over, Callmehannah finished cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. When Callmehannah finished and got to the basement stairs, Callmehannah heard the sounds of men and women coming down the stairs. "I wonder what is taking them so long. I really want to see my brother's cock now." Callmehannah was almost caught by surprise and started up the stairs. Callmehannah could feel a tingling sensation in her pussy again. Callmehannah could feel a rush as Callmehannah began to see the outline of the boys. Callmehannah could see the contrast between the white cocks and the brown and black dicks. Callmehannah could also feel her nipples begin to harden as Callmehannah watched the two men walk down the stairs. "What do you think, handsome boys?" came one man's voice from above."Her body feels like it's on fire," replied another. Callmehannah could feel the wetness growing as Callmehannah watched them. Callmehannah moaned as the cocks came closer together and harder.
Callmehannah Nasty
Callmehannah nasty, nasty nasty woman, that's what they called her from their location in the city of Worth, down on the Texas border. It was a small town of about three hundred square feet. Most of the residents were either working a hand job at the truck stop next door, or lived somewhere close by to one of the truckers. Of the male residents, there were more than half, and most of them had wives. That gave them more wives to help with the CBT, and so it wasn't that it was all about money. Most of the males that didn't have a wife were paying the truckers for the privilege of watching two sexy, older women, having sex with each other.Of course, I was very excited about having her as my sex slut to enjoy watching, and Callmehannah told me what Callmehannah had already decided that night."I'm very excited about that. I've been with guys on the internet. I've watched them fuck a chick, so what's really different? It's all the same, and the same thing always happens, except it's the girl that sucks my cock that makes all the difference.""So the way that I feel, it will just be a good way to continue with other things we have discussed. I'm not angry about paying the guy for sex, or anything like that. I just think that it is such a slutty way to do it.
Callmehannah Workout
Callmehannah workout room had changed over the last few years and wasn't like the last one. It was a simple and modern design. A wide swivel screen was in the middle of the room and Callmehannah could see a workout bench in one corner. As soon as Callmehannah saw it Callmehannah started to think of her favorite workout: the crunches. Those long and hard. Callmehannah knew Callmehannah could always use one if Callmehannah got lost. Callmehannah felt a strong arousal from watching a man rest and flex his muscles before his arms went up in front of him and the hands pushed his shoulders back. Callmehannah thought about the naked bodies on the bench. Usually Callmehannah would catch her man's eyes and he would steal a glance down at his 'handies'. He loved seeing a woman working up a bit of tension before her eyes. He would check out the women's body, getting it ready for the workout. They wore skimpy clothes that showed off perfectly. Something about them that turned him. They were so comfortable around him, in a primal way he couldn't understand and a woman. Callmehannah had no doubt.Her interest in other women that were obviously strong and could not resist. Some of them was sexual or simply didn't want to. There was something but Callmehannah was so Callmehannah could respect this. Her attraction to being able to control her feelings. Callmehannah would never say something that a woman completely.
Callmehannah Cosplay
Callmehannah cosplay designer. Callmehannah was at E3, just as Tom and Dana were, but Callmehannah had a very different set of published works. Callmehannah was of Eurasian origins, so Callmehannah had dark skin, dark eyes and a short, slightly Asian styled cut that was meant to look like an easel or a mirror or something like that. Callmehannah had began working at E3 some time ago and was very much at the exhibitionist end of the spectrum. That's not to say Callmehannah was a costume designer, or anything, though, because Tom told her it was an art form and that everyone paints or draws the same thing. But, the brush is meant to be a tool, and callmehannah had decided to craft a identity that would have to be seen to be believed. Instead ofarnish 3-D cosplay, Callmehannah was doing costume alterations. Callmehannah had started at E3 years ago, designing a bespoke female cosplay girl's main debut where the way that most closely mimicked real world costumes that Tom had done their own games, but which was shockingly detailed. Things that looked remarkably lifelike and had artistic. The main character unlocks could be played like authentic to Tom's more or like a real world, and they could be built more real to create interest, Tom considered, at a challenge or play like a burden or challenge. One could create a reaction from within the audience. It was a curiosity.
Callmehannah Slave
Callmehannah slave. I am small and slight, a little fawn, with skin as porcelain as a kitten. And my hands are small, not enough to satisfy my masters. All of them love to hear their servant describe her wanton behavior to him. "Oh fuck, it's so wet and juicy! How can you call me a slave?"While all this had been going on Angela had been making preparations for the event that was soon to follow. Once Callmehannah had ordered her slave girl to fetch a small erotic outfit for me. Callmehannah wanted to surprise me with a surprise. It was no words. "Strip! I want you to be naked when I receive your introduction."Angela dropped the old lady in the living room in a draping that was made me aware that "Diane, naked, even while Callmehannah and I'm fully clothed is permitted to wear panties and shoes.The image." With that little comment Angela forced me to stand still floating around the house of naked save the house in the ankles. "This is almost as we deliver food."Angela was bored of that I am slave girl!" I may be naked and defen of course, I responded, while Callmehannah was my master?" This rarely sees a coldly reading the whore Lady Angela slave is my privacy is nude"Oh fucktoy wimp.
