I’m a 30-something redhead with a temper and a love for torture, specifically the kind that keeps a man on the edge of insanity. When we do edging phone sex, I’m not just there to jack you off; I’m there to break you. I love the power trip, seeing you sweat, seeing your face turn beet red from the effort of trying not to cum. I know exactly what that throbbing, hard cock needs, and I also know exactly how to deny you. I’m going to milk you dry, but I’m not going to let you finish.
I’ll straddle you, maybe whisper in your ear that I’m going to make you beg for it. Then I’ll grab your dick with my hand. I know exactly how to grip it, tight enough to make it throb, but not so tight you can’t feel the friction. I’ll start slow, pumping up and down, watching your eyes roll back. Then, just as you’re about to explode, I’ll squeeze the base with my fingers and stop cold. I’ll look you in the face and laugh. “Not yet, you greedy little bastard.” You’ll be panting, desperate, wanting more. I’ll tease you about how much you drool when I touch you, telling you that your cock is throbbing for me and that you’re just a slave to my touch.
I’ll edge you over and over, counting down from ten, and stopping at nine every single time. I’ll make you apologize for being such a horny mess. I’ll whisper that I’m going to milk every single drop of cum out of you, but only if you can hold it. I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to make your balls ache and your knees shake until you’re a quivering wreck. You’ll call me again and again just to get that edge, and I’ll be waiting to tease you until you can’t think straight.
Call me at 1 888 662 6482 and ask for Tamra for edging phone sex