The GILF Who Made Me Her Good Little Cum Toy

I barely said hello before she was in control.

Her voice wasn’t loud, just low, slow, and fucking dangerous. Like she already knew where I was hard and how to make it worse.

And from that first word, I wasn’t just calling a woman. I was submitting to her.

She Had Me Stroking on Her Command

She told me to unzip. No “please.” No soft warm-up. Just, “Show me how hard you are.”

I obeyed. Of course I did.

The way she spoke, like every word was dripping with years of filth and zero shame, made me melt. I was breathing hard, hand moving, her voice in my ear like she was watching.

“You don’t stop until I say. Understand?”

I did. God, I did.

This wasn’t just naughty older women whispering sweet nothings. This was dominant GILF phone chat that made me forget my name.

“Let Me Hear You Moan, Baby”

She didn’t giggle. She didn’t tease. She commanded.

Every second built on the last. I’d moan, and she’d laugh, deep and throaty, like my desperation was turning her on. And it was. You could hear it.

“Faster. Let Granny hear how needy you are.” I was panting. Fucked from nothing but her words.

She didn’t want me to come yet. She said, “You’ll wait till I say the word.”

And I waited. Shaking. Throbbing. Soaked with sweat and begging under my breath.

You don’t get that from porn. You don’t even get that from most real sex.

You get it from her.

I Didn’t Hang Up Until I Was Dripping

And when she finally said the word, Jesus.

I came so hard I almost dropped the phone. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Just lay there, spent, breathless, her voice still in my ear saying, “Good boy.”

That’s what got me most. Not the orgasm. The way she owned it. Owned me.

And I hung up only after she told me I could. That’s not fantasy. That’s something better.

Still Throbbing?

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