Calling 900

I Punch the nine, then zero twice,
Then seven digits, one by one.
The voice I hear is very nice,
And says the same to everyone

In sultry tones she tells me of
Her pussy aching for my prick.
And how she thinks that she’s in love
And wants a chance to suck my dick.

“I miss you so,” she says to me,
“I sit here playing with my clit.
Why can’t you just come by to see
And lick me there and suck my tit?”

She says her ass is eager for
My cock to penetrate her there.
I listen as she tells me more
Of love and lust and pubic hair.

I know she’s reading from a script
And says the same to every man
But even so, I’m on a trip,
My cock is cradled in my hand.

I spank the monkey, beat the meat,
Her sexy voice arousing me.
I know I’m paying for this treat
The bill will come from ATT.

Two ninety-nine a minute for
The voice that tantalizes me.
I could pay less to fuck a whore
And take the risk of STD.

I guess I will continue with
The calls to numbers nine oh oh
No AIDS, no clap no, syphilis
My handy hand’s the way to go.


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