Do you crave a coed phone sex slut? I am so your girl, then. I’m 21, in college, and honestly? I love messing with men. It’s way too easy. I know exactly what they’re looking at when I walk into a room, and I know how to make them trip over their own words just by crossing my legs or leaning forward a little too much. Half the time, I don’t even have to try—my body does all the work for me. And I like it that way. Why bust my ass when I can flash a smile, bat my lashes, and get what I want? Men are so predictable. Buy me lunch? Sure. Give me a ride across campus? Obviously, help me with homework? Duh. I laugh at their dumb jokes, maybe touch their arm, and they melt. It’s pathetic, but also kind of fun. I like watching them squirm, pretending they’re being “gentlemen” when really they’re just staring at my ass every time I bend over. And I let them. I want them to. It makes it even sweeter when they’re fumbling around trying to please me.
I’m not dumb—I know what I’m doing. I know I’m teasing, and I know they’ll never get what they really want. That’s the whole point. They so desperately want just a glimpse of my big, luscious tits, or to get a whiff of my yummy, tight pink snatch. They would do anything to touch me. Fair trade, right? Sometimes I even whisper something flirty to see them blush and look away, like they don’t know what to do with themselves. It cracks me up. The truth is, I love being a coed phone sex slut who loves to tease. I love being the girl they can’t stop thinking about. Having a body that makes them beat their dick relentlessly. And I love knowing that a bit of skin, a little attitude, and a lot of confidence will always get me exactly what I want.
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