RUSTY TROMBONE FETISH PHONE SEX

Let’s turn your rusty trombone fetish into our own kind of “music.”

And by “our own kind of music,” I mean rusty trombone fetish phone sex, of course! Because I am a lifelong musician, I’ve always thought of sex in terms of instruments, harmonizing, tempos, and crescendos. Is an orgasm so different from the dramatic climax of any concerto? When I run my lips, tongue, or fingers along anywhere and everywhere on my sexual partner’s body, it’s very much like playing an instrument.

Playing traditional musical instruments (the piano, the guitar, my personal favorites) is a full-body activity. It’s a visceral, wholly engrossing activity, an all-consuming creative act of passion. Are you ready to feel the “notes” I’m about to make you sing when I indulge your secret rusty trombone fetish? I bet between my mouth and my hand, I can reach at LEAST two “octaves.”

How far can you spread your eager ass cheeks for me?

One of my clients introduced me to this special sexual innuendo during our first call several years ago. We’ll call him “Mr. Trombone” here, just for fun. Mr. Trombone also has a special fascination for big, beautiful noses. Or as we call them, “schnozzes” or “schnozzolas.” Having a long, pointy beak certainly CUMS in handy when satisfying a rusty trombone fetish. Because my nimble, strong fingers “playing” your hard cock feel more masterful when accompanied by deeper thrusts into your tight asshole. See my schnoz, feel the tip probing and stroking as your sphincter spasms!

With Mr. Trombone, our role-play scene takes place at a boxing match. He’s my opponent, and between his flat, button-nose and feeble jabs, it’s all too easy for me to knock him out. Maybe the punches he packs are weakened by his inability to look away from my perfect, prolonged proboscis? It’s not long before I’ve pulverized his naturally only slightly protruding snout into a pathetic pancake.

The only way to resuscitate him is to entertain his rusty trombone fetish obsession.

After the ref confirms Mr. Trombone down for the count — and, of course, lifts my red boxing glove-clad fist into the air as the crowd goes wild — there’s only one way to make my longtime, horny “adversary” spring back to life. If he liked tease and denial phonesex, who knows how long I would let him lay there? But no, I love to reanimate my temporarily prostrate “rival” right away. And so down his gym shorts must go . . . apart his ass cheeks must be pulled . . . all the better to FINALLY receive my sexy sniffer.

The longer the schnoz, the better to revel in my own olfactophilia kink phonesex proclivities! Just as my magnificent snoot slides into Mr. Trombone’s sensitive orifice, I reach my hand around and under him to begin stroking his already QUITE hard cock. The simultaneity of my nasal entry and firm grasp around his rusty trombone fetish-fueled cock is utterly synchronized, just as my multiple body parts are when I play a “regular” instrument.

Are you ready to become my personal, sexual instrument, too? I hope so. Because I’m right here, waiting to talk to (and play with) you!

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