Phone Sex Therapy – My Cum Covered Couch-Part 1

I know what you need, you don’t have to say it.  You’re in need of an unbiased ear and a shame free fuck toy, a little phone sex therapy is exactly what both of your heads need.  I’ll take care of you in ways that are as dirty as they are discreet, you don’t have to worry about a thing.  Just lay back, relax and tell me everything that’s on that naughty little mind of yours.  And I do mean everything.

Start from the beginning.  I need to know every detail about your life If I’m really going to get inside your head and play around a bit.  Don’t worry, I won’t do any damage.  I’m just going to have some sexy fun with your synapses and mix up your current mental state.  That’s what you want, right?  Someone to tantalize your twisted side and help you make sense of the strange world we live in at the same time?

I can do that if you give me your complete and total trust.

If you want me to do more than just juice your junk, you’re going to have to open up to me and tell me things you don’t tell anyone else.  That’s just how the process works.  Sure, I could just suck you off real quick or ride your rock hard rod until you cum for me, but any hot whore can do that.  It doesn’t take a whole lot of brain power on a girl’s part to get a guy off.  On the other hand, it does take a certain type of intuitively inquisitive slut to slink around inside your skull and sink her teeth into the heart of all of your issues.

Believe me when I say that nothing would make me happier!

I absolutely revel in the opportunity to get inside of a pervert’s head and pick his brain a bit before I make him bust a big, fat nut.  Tapping into your innermost desires and bringing them to surface before I give you some gash is my favorite way to try to ease your troubled mind.  We can get to the heart of all of your problems together with some fulfilling phone sex therapy and you can fire off as many wads of jizz as your hornball heart desires while we’re at it.  Knowing that I’m able to help you get all of your mental ducks in a row just tickles me pink.

It’s not so bad on my pink parts, too!

I get it, you might not fully trust me and aren’t quite ready to tell me everything at first.  Baby steps, we’ll get there eventually.  I think I know how to get you to open up to me and I’m happy to take my time to get you there.  If you come back for part two of my brain busting blog, I’ll fill you in on a few of my specialized splooge inducing techniques.  I promise you don’t want to miss it. And if you really want to get turned on, my audio will set you ablaze.

If you couldn’t get enough of my hot adventure, you can always enjoy my tale of erotic exhibitionism!