Verbal Humiliation Phone Sex JOI

Do you crave verbal humiliation phone sex JOI from a hot bratty femdom? I’m college coed Dahlia Doll, and I just had such a blast with a very naughty adulterous professor of math on campus. This man is a total lech, and he’s been undressing me with his perverted eyes since I started my first year college last fall. One mischievous night we had a few beers at the campus pub. Before long we found ourselves in professor’s classroom, after hours.

We locked the door, pulled the blinds down and he was all over me. I pushed him back and held up my shiny silver emergency-whistle, telling him he’d better get out of his clothes if he wanted me to put the whistle away. You know he dropped them drawers right quick, ha! Not just because of my silky threat but also because he wanted to be naked with me more than anything else in the world. Silly man. Didn’t he know this verbal humiliation phone sex JOI session wasn’t going to go his way?

My cellphone takes great pics so I decided on a selfie with this horny neanderthal. What’s a young hottie without her awesome cell phone right? I have to say the selfie was a bit x-rated since this married hand humper was naked. Now that I had the photo I didn’t need my whistle anymore, but I was feeling mischievously bratty. “I want you to jack off for me, prof”, I cooed in my hot young voice. He was an eager beaver, let me tell you. He grabbed his small penis and started tugging. I started counting strokes, slowly and methodically, until he got close to squirting. I raised my whistle to my lips and he stopped.

There, that’s what I call cock control, guys. I verbally teased him about his little pathetic wiener bobbing between his thighs. Our verbal humiliation phone sex JOI experiment went on for awhile. I thought about all those things I wanted to tell my prof while he was ogling me from his desk during classes. I told him that his wife would ruin him if she knew we were doing this thing together. Laughing at his reddening face I told him to pull his pin again for me. Again the whistle disappeared. This little coed homewrecker had other ideas.

My cellphone recorded his hand as it slid up and down his little leaking member. I slipped off a high heel and  wiggled my sweaty toes in his mouth. I love foot fetish addicts. Especially the dirty ones! Lick those pink toes and run your tongue down my sole! “I didn’t tell you to stop stroking your little dicky, did I?”, I quipped. My other bare foot caught a little splatter of his tiny load, so I laughed and had him lick it off. Oh yes, cum eating instructions are also good on a verbal humiliation phone sex JOI fantasy call!