Call Reviews by PStud7A

such a good girl. ass for days and dirty ways!! pure bred nut milker!

Dirty Little Dixie, such a fitting name for such seductively sensual Southern Bell! Wifey Material all the way. I felt my heart skip a beat while she handled my meat with her devilishly delightful Dixieland drawl. This one is especially gifted with talent and unique qualifiers. My nuts were smiling as they drifted off to sleep. Positively perfect in every way! A Pure Bred Thoroughbred! Adaptive in the moment, Filthy Mouth, Perverted Mind, Getting Hard

Amazingly In Tune as always. A true PSO who understands Caller perspective and is in line from the first word. Should teach etiquette classes to aspiring PSOs who crave greater reliable income. Devilishly deliteful, filthy as fuck, naughty so nice, you can't buy it in stores. PSO GOAT!!!!

Always a cut above! Extremely Adaptable and takes input in the moment seamlessly. Great PSO For the true connoisseur, her talents make the experience vivid and real in the minds eye.

So hot every time...sensual and seductive while intertwining filthy provocative perversions that tease the demented dark corners of your mind.

Just WOW!!! So filthy! She has a wonderful way of going from a polite conversation to diving so deep into the abyss pf pure perversion that I thought I might have slipped into insanity. But no, that was just my balls blowing from the shock the psychic ability she has to hit every tigger word in perfect order while saying exactly what your Brain hopes she'll say next...except it happens as fast as you can realize you want to hear it. She had my blowing my balls so hard that at one point Iiterally started to cum again while I was still finishing the previous nut! I almost didn't recognize what was happening she was spewing filthy fuckery, perfectly timed triggers, all while sick sadistic lines were flying at me in a sensually seductive voice my brain was put in a purely primal state of pleasure....I surrendered to the blissed and Yolo'd to the myriad of perversions that were flying from her sweet mouth. I was oblivious to everything as blew overlapping nuts. I had maybe three functioning brain cells, The most useful one kept yelling, ' oh fuck, oh Fuuuuck, oh FFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK..KK.FFKK!!!! While the other two were focused on damage control: One was actually kneeling at an alter in what was left of my brain, praying that the head of my cock wouldn't shoot off the end of my shaft. The other one was hoping against hope that at least one of my balls would stay attached, because it was 100% certain the other testicle was come hurling out of the end of my cock shooting out with such pressure and ricochet around the room like an old western movie. Shit gets a little hazy after that, but when I came to a few grunts and mutterings later....I was the mental equivalent of that dog that humps everybody's leg. I grunted out a few words intended as praise. She was ready back to her sweet angelic voice and thanked me as if hadn't just danced with the devil in the 7th ring of hell. I regained my composure, found my left testicle, loaded more my wallet, and slathered more lube on my throbbing rod and we continued on for more debauchery! You owe it to yourself to try a call...keep your windows closed...either to make it easier find your left testicle later, our to prevent your neighbors from hearing the deprived grunts and groans you'll be making and the disgusting sloppy sounds the excessive lube you've unintentional slathered on your cock while you've been lost in recesses of your sick mind, feverishly beating your dick to the sick symphony of this sirens song.

So delicious

So sexy!

she's good but the connection was pretty bad, I hung and called back twice. Would have been a perfect call if not for that.