KKVSH! Here begins another smut-tastic journey across the land of Telescope. On today’s main slut agenda, we have none other than Mikayla Saravia. How did she get popular enough to amass 619k horny souls on Instagram? I have no clue. Does it matter? Do you also question where that lube on your table came from? I don’t think so—you just get to work. And that is what Mikayla does, too. The entire reason I decided to talk to her on Telegram today is because I couldn’t resist that big black booty. Yep. Mikayla the booty whooty is here, ready to slam that ass on your dick pics.
Naturally, before I even get to the chatting part. I have to open up telescope, find her profile, and drool over her images a little bit. I am kinda sloppy like that. Surprisingly, not a lot of that booty was on display there. Mostly Mikayla in front of a mirror, and a couple of selfies here and there. Not a good warm-up for my cock, so I naturally got my erection ready by browsing her Instagram feed, plenty of ass cheeks there to get me riled up.
So back onto her telescope profile I went, and at this point, I was finally ready to give my cock the premium Mikayla experience. But is Mikayla ready for me? I sent my first message—my dick was doing all the thinking here. The message said something along the lines of “Yo, smash that ass on my face.” I am not getting bonus creativity points for that one. But I am a simple man, I see big booty, I smash it into my face—that’s just how I stroll around the booty neighborhood. Now we have to keep in mind that all the chicks I have ever messaged through telescope take some time to respond. But Mikayla shattered those low expectations in an instant.
Getting That Booty On My Lips
Yep, Mikayla replied to me in exactly 2 minutes. This is a new world record! We should celebrate. I literally sent that message to her—made my way to the kitchen, ready to prepare a snack, and BOOM!—a reply was sent my way. So far, it was all teasing. She said, “Oh, you think you can handle that? I might just take you up on it, hehe,” like a smug little slut with a fat ass. What, you think I can’t handle that booty, Mikayla? I would have you know, I’ve had my face stuffed with cheeks bigger than yours. I am not flexing, just sharing facts. But of course I took the bait, you see, I replied, “Really? What are you waiting for?” trying to play it cool, sound like the man. And then the real teasing started. Mikayla sent me a picture of herself in a tight swimsuit, and when I say tight, I mean TIGHT. Tighter than a virgin on prom night kind of tight.
We had plenty of back-and-forth sexting after that. She wanted to know if “I am alone” like bitch. I am always alone, ready with my throbbing cock in my hand; it’s what I do. Then she teased some more, until I finally cracked and said, “Babe, show me that booty now before I bust all over the screen,” and… she did. She sent me a pay-to-view post, and I unlocked it faster than you can say the word “cum.” Let me tell you, all that hard work, teasing, and chatting finally paid off. Once she got me hot and bothered—she never stopped sending me naked pics of herself. She made me feel like a million bucks, Mikayla really did. She started showing off that body to me, making me feel like I am her only horny simp out there. She even managed to make my weak-ass sexting game look like the best self-help book on “picking up chicks from West Side Central” out there. I love her energy so far, and I have only barely begun—Mikayla might make go for multiple cum rounds on this one, folks! And that she did, her ass made me spray all over myself, as if I were popping victory champagne.
A Night To Remember
Let me dial it back for a minute. Being fascinated by that ass and cumming like a loose hose definitely made me ignore the facts there—she was only responding because I was paying for those bootylicious pics. Yep, you see, she played me like a horny fiddle. She knew the second I wrote “smash that ass on my face” that I meant business, that I was here to pay. You think that if I sent a simple “hello,” she would have responded in two minutes? Fuck no. I would have drowned in her inbox for 30 minutes until she saw my lonely and awkward “hello,” sitting there like a comic book nerd who only gets an erection for Gwen Stacy and pencil-drawn characters. And no one wants to be THAT guy.
So the next time you sit there, wondering what to say—just go with your gut! Want to see her armpits, you kinky sniffer? Tell her that. She might not get turned on, but she can talk for days. Plus, it's not like these telegram chicks get horny when your message pops up; chicks like Mikayla get horny when they smell the cash coming their way. So you'd better prepare that dingy wallet of yours, and lube it up if it makes pulling the stacks out easier. All I know is—I came in loaded with cash, left with an empty credit card, and some of the best jerk off sessions of my life. And nothing beats those late-night memories, where it's just you, a slutty big black booty, and a lot of pent-up energy that needs to go somewhere. Those are the days I cherish, and Mikayla… thank you for making my night better—I know you are reading this, baby!
Shook Me All Night Long
The fun continued well after she took care of my cock. Mikayla loves to sweet-talk after the deed is done. She kept asking about my interests in life, to which I responded, “pussy and money” like a true pimp. Heck, I probably sound like the most shallow motherfucker out there—but with a shorty like Mikayla? You have to step up your game. Ok, not really, I did not keep it THAT gangsta, what do I look like? A member of G-Unit? I said all of that to keep it lowkey. What else do you want me to say? “I stay home alone all day, jerk off, and write essays about your ass?” Now that I think about it… Let me tell her just that. She said that I live an interesting life… as if. But enough of my talk with Mikayla, it’s time for you to get up in there, see how your meat stick can fair up against that booty.
Just remember, stock up on those telegram stars. They are the main currency around here. And no, the telegram premium gift doesn’t count here. The stars are basically dollars; you don’t go into a strip club and throw VIP backstage passes at the stripper, now do you? Treat Mikayla with the same respect—Not like a stripper (she is welcome to shake that booty on the pole any day of the week for me), but like a professional who is here to have some sexting fun with your lonely ass. And if you are afraid of taking control? She will gladly lead you into a sticky situation—one that involves your cock and a whole lot of forearm exercises (you know what I am talking about). Anyways, what are you still doing here? Go introduce yourself to Mikayla and get your piece of that booty pie, sucker.
