You've watched the videos. You've imagined it a hundred times. A real woman, a real big black cock, and you, watching, helpless, aching, knowing you could never do what he's doing to her. I know, because I can see it in you the moment you call me.
Here's what I do with that. I take control of the whole scene and I put you exactly where you belong. You're going to describe him to me. You're going to tell me how big he is, how he moves, how she sounds when he stretches her open. And I'm going to make you say every filthy detail out loud while I tell you precisely how it feels to be the woman in the middle of it.
I don't do timid. When I play a BBC lover, I am the star of that scene and you are my audience. I tell you how he fills me, how I have to take it slow at first because he's so thick, how my body gives in to him in ways it never gives in to you. I make you hear every moan. I make you imagine his hands on my hips, holding me exactly where he wants me. And you? You get to watch. That's your role. That's all you get.
Some of you want to be humiliated by it, and I am more than happy to oblige. I'll compare, and you won't like the comparison. I'll tell you what a real cock feels like while you sit there with what you've got. I'll laugh, softly, the way that drives you insane, and then I'll tell you to keep watching because I'm not done with him yet.
Others want me to teach them. Maybe you've wondered what it would be like to be on your knees for one yourself, and you want a woman like me to walk you through it. I can do that too. I take you step by step, my voice low and commanding, until you're begging to learn more. I decide how far we go. I always decide.
I also love the jealousy angle, because I know it eats you alive. I'll tell you he's still here, in my bed, while you're on the phone with me. I'll describe his arm around me while I talk to you, how I have to stifle my moans because he's touching me right now. You'll be furious and helpless and so turned on you can't think straight. That's exactly where I want you.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Chanel. Tell them you want the BBC fantasy, and I'll show you exactly why you can't stop thinking about it.
Chanel