Phone Fucked by a GILF: I Didn’t Last Two Minutes

“Hey there, baby boy…”

That’s how it started.
I hadn’t even said my name yet – just clicked into a naughty granny chat line out of sheer boredom – and she moaned that like she already knew me. Like I was her favourite. Like she’d been waiting.

And I swear, my cock twitched before my brain caught up.

My Curiosity Got Me Into This…

Look, I wasn’t planning on this. Was scrolling, half-hard, bored of the same fake moans and lifeless cam girls. I just wanted something different – something real.

Then I saw it.

GILF phone fantasy.

Bit of a laugh, right? “Grannies.” I clicked it half for the joke.

She picked up in one ring.

Deep voice. Rough edge. Smirking tone. She sounded like she smoked Marlboro Reds and broke hearts for fun.

“Sweet little thing like you needs someone who knows what the fuck she’s doing.” I forgot how to breathe.

Her Dirty Talk Was FILTH

This wasn’t playful. This was war.

She didn’t ask me what I liked. She told me what I was going to do. Said she had her legs open. Said I wasn’t allowed to speak unless I was moaning. Said she’d ruin me faster than my last girlfriend – and better.

Her voice was low. Bossy. Completely, obscenely confident.

“I bet you’re already dripping, aren’t you? God, I love ruining polite little boys.”

I don’t even remember pulling my trousers down. It just happened. Like my body was reacting to her and my brain had fucked off completely.

I Came So Hard My Legs Shook

I was hanging on. I really was. But she kept talking. She knew exactly what to say, how to twist it, when to pause, when to growl.

“Don’t you dare come till I say,” she warned.

And then – she did say.

I lost it.

Legs clenched. Eyes shut. Body stiff. Could barely hold the phone.

Silence. Then her laugh – smug, amused, proud.

“Two minutes. Cute.”

I wanted to be embarrassed. But mostly? I wanted to call her again.

There’s More Where She Came From

Think you can last longer? Think you’re ready for a voice that’ll fuck you sideways with just a whisper?

Go on. You’re curious. That’s how I started, too.

Talk to naughty grannies and see how long you last.