You could consider my phone chat lines a party line. I’m an old coke whore. Nothing that I enjoy more than doing lines of cocaine off your cock. Well, that’s not exactly true. I do like sucking your cock and fucking big black cock too. I’m a size queen. But if we’re partying and you’ve got a tiny dick, or at least smaller than what I’m used to, I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.
This weekend seems like a blur. I went down to the truck stop on Friday night, but I never came home until this morning. Usually, I go down there, and I come home around four or 5 AM in the morning. But Friday night that truck stop seemed packed. And it was packed. Packed with big black truckers with big black dicks who wanted nothing more than to party with this old whore.
Not all phone chat numbers let you party. But I love party people. I’m a party person. I have bits and images of things that happened this weekend. And I’m sure as I sober up more information will flood my memories. But I do have a gaped asshole. A very sore pussy. And lots of cum inside me. So, I know I had a good weekend.
This Old Whore Loves to Fuck and Loves To Party
I remember partying with this one guy. Black of course. And a monster cock. I’m talking his cock resembled my forearm. And he had the best blow. But he also had Molly. And I’ve done it before but mostly I’m a coke and weed sort of girl. I’m pretty sure his cock is the reason I have gaped sore holes today. But that’s nothing an ice pack can’t handle.
I have his number. Apparently, he wrote it down and stuck it in my wallet, and I found it when I got home. He told me I was the best piece of ass he’s had in a long time. And he hopes that he can fuck me and party with me anytime he’s in town. I might just need a couple days to recover from his anaconda meat. But if he’s back in town on Friday. I will let that big monster cock own my fuck hole again. Especially if he brings me some of that great coke again


