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I love the smell of new rubber and the feel of cold metal when I get a new sex toy. Don’t you agree, sweetheart? There’s nothing fucking like it, yeah? And I absofuckinglutely love using my new gadgets and gizmos for hot, no holds barred sex toy phone sex. You too, yeah sweetheart? You like to call up with all your rubber and metal and nylon and lube ready and just go to fucking town, yeah. I know it, you know it, so you should be calling me to hear how I want you to fucking use those sex toys!
I’ll have mine ready to go too, sweetheart, so you can hear me use them on my own luscious body. Fucking that big vibrating cock is going to make me moan and scream and I know you want to be there to hear every last little gasp! You like the way I squeal when I put those nipple clamps on, sweetheart? I fucking love doing it for you.
All you’ve got to do to get the sex toy phone sex of your wildest fucking dreams is pick up that phone and call, yeah? 1 888 8 FREAKY and ask for Ruth. I’ll have all my fun stuff ready to go just for you!