Wimp at the Waterfall Phonesex Part II

Ms. Randi

He stuttered, “y-yes, you’re s-so beautiful.” I love making
men lose their marbles when they look at me. The shine of awe
in their eyes gets me hot.

“Back up” I said, and he inched backwards, still in awe,
never taking his eyes off me. “More”, I said, and he did so,
each time I said “more”. Finally, I said “stop”. I walked up
to him and smiled an evil little smile. I pointed at the
ground in front of me and said “kneel”. Gone was the
“overbearing, controlling worm”. Now, he was a soft,
simpering piece of clay in my hands…or under my foot! He
knelt in front of me and I raised my boot to his shoulder
and guided him down even further, back, onto his bum and
finally all the way down until he was on his back. He didn’t
realize until it was too late that almost half his torso was
now hanging over a cliff, which meant he had to hold himself
up. Anxiety replaced the awe in his eyes. The toe of my boot
lightly trailed from his shoulder, across his chest and to
his chin. “Not so brave and bold now, are you?” I giggled.

And, his torso hanging over the cliff, I mounted him, like a
piece of chattel, my ride, my usable and tangible goods. He
struggled to keep himself upright, to try and enjoy the soft,
warm pussy that now encompassed his cock. It was mighty hard
at first, but because of his anxiety of being pinned down and
over a cliff didn’t make it last very long LMAO!

“Whatsa’ matter lover? Can’t keep it up?” I laughed evilly,
and got up off of him without warning. Over the cliff he
went, but luckily he grabbed and only slid down a short
distance. Hanging there and trying to climb back up, he asked
for me help. I laughed at him and asked “You won’t be such an
overbearing dickhead anymore, will you?” I waited until he
was far enough up to see over the top of the cliff and I
turned and sauntered away, my honey ass-cheeks swinging back
and forth, hearing his pathetic whines behind me.

 Take that, fuckstain…

Call me if you dare…

Randi 888-733-2243