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Brat Phone Sex That Leaves Me Dripping

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Brat Phone Sex That Leaves Me Dripping

I’m Kelsey, the smoking-hot college coed with the body that makes professors forget their lectures and the mouth that gets me exactly what I want. Tonight I’m sprawled across my tiny dorm bed in nothing but an unbuttoned flannel and soaked panties, phone pressed to my ear, already wet from the second you answered. This is pure brat phone sex, and I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.

You think you’re in control just because you dialed. Cute. I’m the one who decides how long you get to listen to me moan. “Don’t you dare hang up,” I demand, sliding two fingers under the lace and spreading myself open so you can hear how slick I already am. “I’m a spoiled little campus slut who needs her brat phone sex fix, and you’re going to give it to me.”

I describe every filthy detail like I’m sitting on your face. How my tits bounce when I pinch my nipples hard enough to leave marks. How I kick the covers off so the cool air hits my dripping cunt while I tell you exactly where to stroke. “Faster. No—slower. Fuck, you’re already panting like a desperate dog.” I laugh, mean and breathy, because that’s the best part of brat phone sex: watching a grown man fall apart just from my voice.

My free hand keeps working between my legs, two fingers then three, fucking myself in time with the filthy promises I make. I tell you how I’d crawl under your desk during class, how I’d edge you for hours until you begged, how I’d only let you come if you called me a good girl first—even though we both know I’m the furthest thing from good. “You’re not allowed to come until I say,” I snap, voice cracking as my own orgasm starts building. “This is my brat phone sex session. You come when I decide you’re useful.”

I can hear you stroking harder, breathing ragged, and it only makes me wetter. I push myself over the edge with a broken little whimper, thighs shaking, phone still glued to my ear so you don’t miss a single wet sound. “Listen to that,” I gasp. “That’s what you do to me. Now finish. Right fucking now.”

When you’re spent and quiet on the other end, I smile like the smug campus brat I am. “Good boy. Call me again when you need more brat phone sex from the dirty coed who owns your cock.”

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