You know why they make the soles of Louboutins that gorgeous red color, don’t you, sweetheart? It’s so you have something to keep your fucking eyes on while I smash you up during our next trampling phone sex date. Don’t act like you don’t get hard just picturing it, sweetheart. As soon as you hear my voice and see those red soles you know you’re fucking done for!
And you’re not getting anything easy, oh no fucking way, no sir. You’re taking me out on the town first so I can run these toes up and down your leg under the restaurant table… or in the dark at the opera. Yeah, I can be a high class fancy broad but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to get fucking nasty when I can, sweetheart! That’s why I’ll tease you by dropping something like my purse and when you reach to pick it up I’ll just “accidentally” get your fingers under my toes. Right there in front of the whole fucking world, you’ll be bent over with your tender little fingers at my mercy and a fucking rager building in your pants. Can you fucking imagine? I can, and it’s fucking delicious!
Of course, that’s all a preview for the main event. Are you fucking kidding me, when I get my Louies on you know I’m really taking them for a spin on some bastard’s tender flesh! You better be that lucky bastard on the other end of the line when I’m ready to take a walk on the wild side of trampling phone sex, sweetheart. Not only will these perfect red soles grace your body with bruises, I have Balenciagas, Jimmy Choos, and Guccis all waiting for a turn on your pathetic pecker and beans.
So call me for our trampling phone sex date, sweetheart – I’m Ruth at 1 888 8 FREAKY. I promise I’ll walk all over you!