Blog Me a Contest Phonesex Entry

This is for the tiny, Cheeto-dicked embarrassment who attempts to satisfy Kayla.

Last Saturday while you were cranking it to Fuller House on Netflix, I happened to run into a certain little hottie at the library. You know what that is, right? It’s where grown-ups go to pump lifejuice to more important organs. She was wearing a flowered summer sundress and was buried between the stacks of romance novels, hungrily flipping through a copy of 50 Shades of Gray. I watched as she read one particular passage that made her sigh audibly, her hand instinctively brushing over her perfect breasts.

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