Recently, I had the pleasure of going out to a restaurant with my dear husband who, incidentally, loves CBT–that is, cock and ball torture, not cognitive behavioral therapy. I wore a pair of very sharp stilettos and sat across from him in the booth. Everyone around us probably thought we were playing footsie, but the truth was, I was using those vicious heels to wreak havoc on his cock and balls in a way that would make any ballbusting phone sex enthusiast jealous.
I kept it up throughout dinner, and as soon as dessert was over, he was hurrying me back home to fuck my brains out.
Now, I find myself in the mood for CBT phone sex because of that exciting experience. Of course, you won’t have the privilege of fucking me when I’m done, but I *will* let you jack off at the end…if it’s still functional, that is.
Do you want to take that chance? Of course you do. It’s written all over your face. Then, what you need to do is click the button below to give me, Miss Adrienne, a call. I’m very much looking forward to torturing your favorite parts, sooner, rather than later!
