Cheap phone sex does not mean you sacrifice quality. I am a cheap whore, but a good one. That is what I tell all the men at the strip club. I have fine tastes and stuff, but I do not need to travel to Milan, drink fancy wine nor do I need to wear Gucci and Prada. That does not mean I do not hustle for cash though. Can we ever have too much money? I do all sorts of freaky things in the VIP room for cold hard cash. I had a rich guy in the VIP room for hours last night. I was draining him dry, but he made me work for it. He wanted to see me pick a beer bottle up with my ass. He acted like that was a big deal. But I am a taboo phone whore for a reason. Not much I cannot do, especially if money is involved. I squatted over his beer bottle and slowly sat my big round booty on his Miller Lite bottle. He had money, but like me, he did not show it. I impressed him because I swallowed that bottle practically whole. I rolled over on my back, put my legs in the air and let my ass take a drink or two of his cheap beer. It was like a beer enema. He was shelling out the money then. I told you that I was a cheap whore.
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