Wet Hot Coed Phone Sex Summer Is Upon Us
Dirty and filthy Coed Phone Sex is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind this summer
Ugh, I hate when the semester ends. No more crowded lecture halls, no more “accidental” brushes against my ass in the bookstore, no more professors staring at my sinful body while they pretend to grade papers. Just… empty days stretching forever while my roommate’s at her internship and I’m stuck in this sweltering apartment with nothing but my fingers and my filthy imagination.
But I’ve found my summer entertainment, and his name is… well, whatever name I want him to have today.
I’ve been spending my afternoons by the apartment pool in the tiniest bikinis I own, the ones that only cover what the public deems necessary, watching the older men try not to stare. The divorced dads, the lonely husbands, the pervy grandpas with their sunglasses hiding where their eyes really wander. I live for when they finally approach, stammering, offering me a drink, asking if I need help with my sunscreen.
Last Tuesday, this silver fox named Roger got so flustered when I “accidentally” let my top slip that he had to jump in the pool to hide his hard-on. I made him describe every filthy thing he wanted to do to me while I touched myself on my balcony that night, watching his bedroom light flicker as he stroked, thinking I couldn’t see.
College girl telephone fucking has become my favorite summer sport. I collect their numbers like trophies, then ruin them one moaning call at a time. These desperate older pervs think they’re seducing me? Please. I’m using their aching cocks and empty wallets to keep my pussy entertained until the fall semester finally starts.
Nothing beats a coed telephone affair when you’re bored and dripping and need someone experienced to tell you exactly how to spread those pretty thighs…
Ready to be my next summer distraction? Pick up that phone and call me. I’ll let you pretend you’re the one in charge…
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