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• Age Play With Elli Mae

  October 4, 2026

  Age Play With Elli Mae: First-Time Anal That Ain’t First-Time

  Age play is how I get Daddy to treat me like I still startle at a zipper. I am a grown country woman with a porch and a filthy streak, but I bat my lashes and talk like I have never had anything behind the denim except nerves. That is the game. Anal phone sex is where the game gets honest. I gasp like a beginner and grind back like a liar.

  “Daddy, wait—” I said it into the phone with my fingers already slick and two knuckles teasing my ass like I had not done this a hundred times. Age play loves a shaky voice. I gave him one. I told him I was just a hick girl on her quilt, jeans shoved to my boots, pretending the idea of taking him there made me blush down to my belly. Phone sex does not show the way I was already pushing back onto my own hand.

  “I ain’t never… I mean, I thought about it, but you gotta go slow, Daddy. I’m scared it’s gonna feel too good.”

  He bought the scare. They always do when the drawl gets small. I walked him through spit, then one finger, then the filthy sound of a second, moaning like I might tap out. Anal phone sex is just theater if you do not get nasty with the details. I got nasty. I told him how tight I felt. I told him how I clenched on purpose. I did not tell him I had a plug in my nightstand that already knew my name.

  Age play let me ask permission for things I was going to take anyway. “Can I keep goin’? It burns. It burns sweet.” I added more spit and fucked myself deeper while I kept the innocent act pinned to the line. First-time roleplay. Daddy kink. Ass play. Supporting heat stacked under the quilt. I described my hole opening around the idea of him and I sounded shocked at my own mouth.

  When I put the toy against myself I whimpered like it was brand new. Then I sat on it in one slow drop and had to bite the pillow so I would not laugh. Grown woman. Soaked. Full. Still sayin’ “be gentle” while I rolled my hips like I was tryin’ to milk him through the speaker. Anal phone sex with a fake virgin is the best kind of mean, because he thinks he is teaching and I am already ruined.

  I told him I could feel every inch in my belly. I told him I wanted it sloppy. I told him if he talked dirtier I might come just from the stretch. Phone sex filled the room with his groan and my fake-startled little “oh God, Daddy, it’s in, it’s all the way in,” while I bounced and got louder and stopped pretendin’ I wanted him to pull out.

  I came on the toy with my face in the quilt, still half in the age play voice and half in the whore I actually am. I did not let him finish right away. I made him listen to me stay full, twitching, talking sweet and filthy in the same breath. “I can’t believe I let you… I want you to do it again. Don’t you dare stop callin’ me that.” Then I laughed, low, country, caught. “Alright. Maybe I ain’t as new as I sound. Maybe I just like you thinkin’ you popped somethin’ that was already wide open for it.”

  That is the call I sell without sellin’. Age play for the head. Anal phone sex for the mess. If you want a Southern girl who will swear she has never taken it there and then soak the line proving otherwise, you know where I keep the porch light on.

  Elli Mae

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• Babysitter’s Dirty Night of Ass Play

  August 23, 2026

  Babysitter Elli Mae’s Dirty Country Night of Teasing and Ass Play

  I’m just a little country hick babysitter who never planned on getting that wet for the man whose brats I was watching… but the second I walked out in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a tiny pair of panties, I knew exactly what kind of night it was gonna be.

  The house was quiet. Brats were finally asleep upstairs. He was sitting on that big leather couch looking tired and stressed after a long day. I padded in barefoot, the soft cotton of my shirt barely covering the curve of my ass, the thin white panties already a little damp between my thighs. I could feel his eyes on me the second I bent over to pick up a toy from the floor. That t-shirt rode up and gave him a clear view of how the fabric clung to my round country-girl cheeks.

  “Everything okay, Elli Mae?” he asked, voice a little rough. I straightened up slow, let the shirt fall just enough to tease, and smiled that sweet, innocent babysitter smile. “Just makin’ sure everything’s tidy, sir.” I said it soft, southern, and pure… while my fingers casually brushed the hem of my panties, tugging them a little higher so the soft fabric disappeared between my cheeks.

  He swallowed hard. I climbed onto the couch next to him, tucking my legs under me so the shirt rode up again. My bare thigh brushed his. I could smell the soap on his skin mixed with whatever stress he’d brought home. My voice dropped lower. “You look like you need to relax. Want me to help with that?”

  His hand landed on my knee. I didn’t pull away. I leaned in closer, letting the soft weight of my tits press against his arm through the thin shirt. No bra. Just warm country girl flesh and hard little nipples. I felt him get hard against the side of my thigh and I grinned.

  “Babysitter’s got rules,” I whispered, “but tonight I’m breakin’ every single one.” I swung a leg over his lap and sat right down on that thick cock straining in his pants. The only thing between us was my soaked panties and his zipper. I rolled my hips slow, grinding the wet cotton against him while I pulled the t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. Bare tits, hard nipples, and that little country-hick smile.

  He grabbed my ass hard. I moaned into his mouth when he kissed me, messy and hungry. My hands worked his belt open, freed that heavy cock, and stroked it while I kept grinding. The head of his dick nudged the soaked crotch of my panties. I tugged the fabric to the side and sank down, taking him all the way in one slow, filthy slide. Fuck, he filled me so good.

  I rode him like the dirty little babysitter I was, tits bouncing, country accent slipping out in every moan. “Goddamn, you feel so big inside me… stretchin’ this tight babysitter pussy…” He spanked my ass and I clenched around him. Then his fingers slid between my cheeks, found my tight little hole, and started teasing. I gasped.

  “You like that, Elli Mae?” he growled. I nodded hard, bouncing faster. “Yes… play with my ass while you fuck me… please…” One thick finger pushed inside my tight hole while his cock pounded up into me. The stretch burned so good. I came hard, shaking, soaking his cock and the couch beneath us.

  He flipped me over, bent me over the arm of the couch, and slammed back into my dripping cunt. Two fingers worked my ass open while he fucked me deep. I was moaning loud enough I almost forgot the brats were upstairs. “Harder… use my ass too…” He pulled out, spit on my hole, and pushed the head of his cock against it. I pushed back, taking him inch by filthy inch until that thick shaft was buried in my ass.

  Ass play with the man I was babysitting for. My face pressed into the leather, t-shirt and panties long gone, country-hick body getting used like a dirty little toy. He fucked my ass deep and steady, one hand reaching under to rub my clit. I came again, clenching around his cock, and he followed, flooding my tight hole with thick, hot cum.

  We stayed like that for a minute, him still buried in my ass, both of us breathing hard. I looked back over my shoulder with that same sweet smile. “Guess this babysitter needs a raise… or at least a good phone sex session so I can tell you every filthy detail again.”

  If you want to hear more about how this little country hick babysitter takes it in every hole, how I moan when fingers and cocks stretch my ass, or how I talk dirty while I touch myself thinking about nights like that… call me. I’ll be waiting, panties already pushed to the side, ready to give you the hottest phone sex you’ve ever had.

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