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Young Voice Phone Sex

I can’t stop thinking about him, the way he stares at me like he wants to devour me whole. Every time I pick up my phone, I imagine his hands on me, and I can’t resist teasing him. That’s when I let myself get naughty… My Young Voice Phone Sex, soft, breathy, dripping with want, my words wrapping around him like a promise he can’t ignore.

My fingers wander over my body, grazing my curves, teasing my pretty wet pussy even though he can’t see it. I whisper little things I’d never say in public, letting him imagine every inch of me, every moan he’s dying to hear. The anticipation makes my chest swell, my nipples harden under my top, and I can feel how wet I am just thinking about him listening.

Then the doorbell rings, and my heart jumps. He’s here. My lips curl into a mischievous smile as he steps inside, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, completely captivated. I move slowly, letting my fat tits brush against my clothes as I sway just out of reach, teasing him without even touching him. Every glance, every step, every sultry little move makes him ache, and I love knowing I control this.

I giggle softly, leaning closer, letting him catch a whiff of me, my hair brushing his shoulder. I press my body forward just enough to tease, grind a little against my own hands, and whisper nasty things that make him swallow hard. My pussy throbs at the thought of him wanting me so badly, and I tease harder, letting him imagine how I’d feel under him, though I’ll never show him everything just yet.

I love watching him struggle to keep his composure, seeing him ache for me, completely at my mercy. “You like this strong dick slapped in between those big fat tits of yours don’t you baby” He says while pushing the tip of his cock towards my soft lips. “Of course you sexy motherfucker”  I say as I whisper his name, laugh softly, and bounce just a little more, letting my tits do the talking. Every teasing brush, every seductive look, every subtle jiggle is designed to make him crave me more, to make him remember exactly how slutty I am for him.

And when the tension reaches its peak, I pull back, bite my lip, and flash a smile that says, “This isn’t over.” Some things don’t need words… they live in my whispers, the way I press my body against him without touching, and the way my teasing leaves him desperate. I’m super slutty, naughty, submissive, and in total control of how much he wants me. My pretty pussy, my heavy tits, my soft voice… They haunt him long after he leaves, leaving him desperate full of yummy cum for the next time he hears me tease him.

Teen Rape Porn With The Therapist

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn fantasies with my therapist, laying on the couch telling you the details of my traumatic home invasion, those four men fucked me every which way but loose, I thought it was a robbery but all they wanted was my tight holes on their poles. 

They came through my back door, grabbing me by my throat, throwing me to the floor. Ripping my fishnet stockings off, I tried to crawl away, but you were too quick, slamming me on my back, my pink pussy exposed, A thick cock impales my cunt, my juices running down my thighs. 

Fist raining down on my body, being held down and fucked in every hole at the same time. My mouth is screaming no, but my body is saying yes, my juices are leaking like a faucet. 

Dr Harper is stroking his cock when I look over, he is coming over to the couch ripping my panties off, shoving his thick rod in my tight cunt, I squirm and fight, but he overpowers me. Shoving his huge cock inside me as I beg him to stop. He thrust harder inside me, knocking my walls down. 

Why does everyone I trust take my pussy, I just want to be saved but they all want to fill me with cum, are you going to hurt me too? 

Babysitter Phone Sex with Layla Taking Control Tonight Now

Babysitter Phone Sex

I was adjusting the blinds when I saw him… a shadow pressed against my window. My heart skipped, but I didn’t scream. Instead, I leaned closer, my pulse racing, knowing exactly who he was.
I whispered into my phone, still warm from earlier calls, “Babysitter Phone Sex,” letting him hear me even as he lingered outside. Tonight I had the little ones with me, but I definitely put them to sleep, before the killer decided to pop up.

The thrill of being watched always made me tingle, made my voice a little lower, a little sluttier, and made my pussy wetter. He stepped back when I let the light fall just right, revealing the outline of his body. I could see the careful way he moved, deliberate, controlled. My lips curved. Fear mingled with excitement, but I reminded myself… I invited this. I had boundaries, rules.

The thrill came from playing along, from letting him think he had the upper hand.I leaned against the kitchen counter while gently bending over pulling down my red skirt, letting my voice linger over  the phone, slow and teasing. “You like watching me, don’t you?” I whisper, knowing he could hear me clearly. His laugh was low, approving, confirming the tension between us.

I moved through the huge house, feeling his gaze follow. Every step was a journey. I adjusted my hair, let my shirt slip just enough to tempt without revealing too much. The shadow hesitated, then stepped closer, hands on the glass. I pressed my palm against it from inside, mirroring him, a silent challenge.

“You’re bold tonight,” I said, voice catching slightly, letting him imagine what he couldn’t touch. He responded with a slow nod, and I felt the pulse of our shared game… dangerous, yes, but entirely consensual. Every move, every look, orchestrated by me.

The call ended, but the tension lingered. I could still feel him, just outside, just teasing the limits we’d set. I smiled to myself, heart racing, knowing this was exactly the kind of night I lived for… intense, thrilling, and completely under my control.

No doors needed to open. No rules broken. Just the electricity of fear turned fantasy, the allure of someone watching, and me, entirely in charge of the game. He came up behind me kissing my neck slowly, grabbing my tiny waist, while slowly deep fucking me with those long strokes.

I creamed so much on his dick, that he decided to keep me alive, then vanished when the police decided to pop back up. I settled back into the couch, letting my pulse slow, a satisfied grin on my lips. The night was ours, thrilling and safe, a reminder that some fantasies only work because you choose them.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Because One Girl Can Feed Me All Winter

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex keeps me fed throughout the winter months. In the fall, I hunt for girl meat. It’s something that I do annually. Believe it or not I’m a vegetarian. I would never eat an animal. I have far too much respect for them. But humans, on the other hand, seem like a completely different breed. Humans act cruelly unnecessarily. And they act unloyal. But animals stay loyal; and animals have your back no matter what. They’re never cruel.

I did not struggle to find the perfect meal. When I’m hunting for girl meat, I’m looking for certain things. Young because younger meat seems more tender. Making it far more succulent. No tattoos or excessive piercings on the body. I want a natural body. By that I mean, natural hair color, no implants and none of that junk in the face. Younger girls usually do not fuck up their looks with injectables quite yet.

Perhaps you could say I have acquired tastes. A delicate pallet. But the key to cooking girl meat properly involves patience. It takes a long time to prepare the perfect meal. The perfect snuff sex meal. I kept my dinner caged for weeks fattening her up. Gave her daily butter baths to soften her skin. Her fear turned me on.

Nothing Tastes Better Than Girl Meat You Hunted and Prepared

Also, another key to the perfect meal is to cook the girl meat alive. Which doesn’t exactly sound humane. But when it comes to humans, I don’t give a fuck about being humane. This girl seemed like a stuck up little coed twat. And now I will be shitting her out all winter.

So, I can help you eat girl meat too. Tell you how to prepare it. And since I enjoy playing with my food, you can have a little fun with her before I start to prepare her for a feast. But we can make a teen porn and share a meal together. The perfect date night for a sick bitch. Plus, I hate eating alone. But this girl I kidnapped back in October will feed me through Spring.

She’s long dead. But one girl equals about 50 meals for me. And she didn’t give much in this world while alive, but she serves a greater good dead. And she’s saving me thousands on groceries. Some people hunt deer, I hunt girls. Play your cards right and you can be my accomplice phone sex partner.

Violent Phone Sex with Layla Surrendering to All Your Wishes

Violent Phone SexI can barely breathe as the shadows stretch across the room, crawling over the walls like dark fingers. My hands shake, gripping the edge of the chair, and I hear him pacing behind me. Every step is deliberate, echoing in a rhythm that makes my heart race. I know I shouldn’t enjoy this, yet a strange thrill twists in my chest. Violent Phone Sex flashed in my mind earlier tonight, and now the idea feels close, almost real, even as terror coils around me.

He stops just behind my shoulder, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, his presence suffocating yet electrifying. My body trembles, not from fear alone, but from something darker, a twisted pull I can’t name. I know he’s watching every micro-expression, every subtle tremor, and I wonder what he’s thinking. There’s this weird, unspoken thing between us… he could hurt me, but I feel an undercurrent of protection too.

“Don’t move,” he whispers as he slowly fingers my wet sloppy pussy, his voice rough but low, a sound that makes my stomach flip. I obey, even though part of me wants to flinch. His hands move near me, not touching yet, teasing the boundary between dread and desire. The rope he drags across the floor calls to me somehow, each scrape a signal that I’m not in control… yet I’m strangely ready to surrender. My pulse hammers in my ears, matching the beat of his quiet, methodical steps.

I can’t help the shiver that runs down my spine when he circles me, studying, testing, like a predator with a secret crush he’ll never admit. Every inch of space between us is charged, and though I should be screaming, I only breathe, shallow and trembling. My body aches with anticipation, the fear mixing with a thrill I shouldn’t feel. I’ve never been this exposed, this vulnerable, and yet… I don’t want him to stop.

He finally leans close, close enough that I can smell him, warm and dark, and I flinch, only a little. His grin is cruel and teasing, and I can’t tell if it’s for my terror or my reaction. “Yea you like me deep in that pretty little nigger pussy of yours don’t ya?” He yells. “Yes Daddy” I squirm, squeezing my pussy nice and tight, ready for him to cum all over me in disgust. My heart races, my skin tingles, my entire body is alert, ready to obey, to surrender to his will, to whatever twisted game he’s playing. The room feels smaller, tighter, and yet I feel some strange sense of safety, a secret promise I’ll never hear in words.

And as the first flicker of candlelight dances across his eyes, I realize I’m trapped, yes, but I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more. My fear hums alongside something darker, something electric and thrilling, and I know this… he’ll never let me go, not really, even if he pretends to.

Knife Play Phone Sex is What a Sadistic Bitch Wants More of in 2026

knife play phone sexLet’s ring in a new year with some knife play phone sex. I want to make this year more murderous. The world seems too full of idiots. I mean some people seem so stupid I wonder if they even remember to breathe. My knife kills stupid people, but it kills assholes too. And some of these stupid people seem to be both stupid and assholes.

New Year’s Eve seemed full of stupid people and assholes. But I couldn’t kill them all. So, I just assess who might be the biggest asshole in the room. And that honor went to Ben from Nebraska. In town for the holidays. Poor Ben. He never made it back to Nebraska. In a couple days he’ll be bear shit.

I went to my local Goth bar to ring in the new year with an adult cocktail. But I went there for a reason, and it wasn’t to be social. I wanted to hunt. I never kill my fellow Goth people. But in a Goth bar, on any given night, people come to start shit. Some people who should be starring in a snuff sex film, not walking around in my bar.

Ben came into our Goth bar and started insulting all the women. And then he took it further when women rejected him. Apparently, women like us who don’t want to marry and push out a bunch of brats are killing America. I tried to explain to him that just because we don’t want to birth brats with an asshole like him does not mean we don’t want families. Caveman thinking will kill this country.

I Plan on More Sadistic Kills in 2026

His archaic thinking that women owe men and that we exist just for men to breed needed checked. I can’t let men walk around with such stupid thoughts in their head. And I could not risk him breeding some weak woman and turning her into a “trad wife.”

Perhaps I earned an Academy award nomination with my performance. I suddenly acted like a woman who wanted to breed Ben some little brats. So, I brought him home and I stabbed him to death. But I tortured him first. I carved up his cock better than a Christmas ham.

And I made the torture last. Little cuts all over his body. As I cut his flesh, I poured alcohol into his wounds to make it hurt even more. I subjected him to a lot of torture sex. And I even castrated him for shits and giggles. Normally, I don’t castrate a man who I plan to murder. What’s the point? His junk will not work in the afterlife anyway. But I wanted him to feel the pain and understand that he would never impregnate a woman again.

I’m a sadistic bitch. This I know. I embrace my inner bitch. But I couldn’t let Ben continue to walk around with his archaic thinking, insulting women, and maybe even forcing himself on women. We don’t need more caveman in this world. So, I just took out the garbage on New Year’s Eve. And I will be taking out the garbage every single day of this year. So, you just better not piss me off because murder is on my mind.

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Torture Phone Sex

The phone rang, and I smirked, already knowing who it was. His voice… distorted and low like some scream-killer from a movie… hissed through the line. “I’ve been waiting for this… can’t wait to see you,” he breathed. I licked my lips, completely naked, fingers sliding over myself as I whispered, “Mmm, let’s see how much fun we can have with a little torture phone sex tonight.”

I heard him sneak inside, moving slowly but eagerly. My door was unlocked, of course… just how I liked it. I bent over to pick up a knife I had dropped, ass high, legs spread, body slick with anticipation. I felt him freeze behind me, taking in every inch of my bare skin. “Hello there, baby,” I whispered, letting him drink in the view, making him ache before I even turned.

He stepped closer, hesitant at first, but when he lunged, I let him press against me, feeling his hardness straining, as he slowly gripped my neck from behind. I smirked, his hands tracing the curves of my body, teasing me sexually inappropriately with no permission. “Oh, you’re impatient,” I say, circling him, letting him ache as my pussy wetness gathered.

He spanks me hard, desperate, and I leaned back teasingly, pressing lightly against him while whispering naughty little jokes in his ear. “Bet you didn’t think tonight would go exactly like this,” I purred, moving faster now, opening my legs wide, letting him groan all inside me.

I grabbed his hands, guiding him toward the kitchen, hips swaying, letting him watch every bare curve. I bent over the island, pressing my palms to the smooth surface, teasing him with my naked body. He couldn’t resist. He lifted me gently, pressing me back against the counter, and finally, after all the waiting, he sank his cock into me balls deep.

Every hard thrust made me moan loudly, hands gripping the edge of the island as I pushed back, taking him fully. I leaned my head back, biting my lip, letting him feel how wet I was for him, moaning softly, teasing him as much as he teased me. My body glistened under the kitchen light, every curve exposed, making him groan louder with each movement.

I then finally arch my back, letting myself cum, every shiver sending him over the edge with me. He groaned, panting, completely under my spell. Joke’s on him… he thought he was the hunter, but I ran the show. I leaned close, brushing my lips against his ear, whispering, “You wanted me, baby… and I got all the fun.”

Torture Sex is What Men Need More of This New Year

torture sexI want more torture sex in 2026. Not to receive but to give. I discovered that I enjoy kidnapping and torturing young schoolgirls. And to think when I bought my freedom, one young schoolgirl at a time, I felt guilty. I don’t even recognize that bitch anymore. Young girls today seem like a much different breed than when I grew up. I served as a submissive sex slave for my father and all his friends. I never once thought about talking back to them. Or trying to change the narrative. Not back then.

But I did eventually change my narrative. I went from a submissive slave to a bad ass bitch and switch. I’m no longer a scared little girl who takes orders from older men. I’m calling the shots now. And I offer myself up as an experienced accomplice phone sex partner so men can enjoy a young teen girl. Although I take the risks so men can enjoy those tight little slits, we must adhere to strict guidelines, so we never get busted.

If you want to fly under the radar, you will listen to your accomplice. Last weekend, I helped John fuck a hot teen slut. A little gold digger at a young age. Not only did she cost him money, but she blackmailed him too. Apparently, TikTok taught her how to get older men to want her so she could extort them over their perverted thoughts for young girls. Although I’m not saying I would not do that if I grew up in a different world, I am not an opportunist. Use men for money and cock, yes. Tease them and extort them, no.

If We Kill a Hot Teen Slut Together, You Should Fuck Her Too

But I know a young girl should be servicing you not blackmailing you. A young girl should feel grateful for the attention you give her. And a young girl should be spreading her legs and doing whatever perverted thing an older man wants her to do. So, I’m always going to help men like you take care of their girl problems. Girls like that give all women a bad name.

So, I helped Lenny kill this hot teen slut who blackmailed him. I made her disappear right after Christmas. But of course, I allowed him to have fun with her first. You can want a girl dead and still want to fuck her too. Why enjoy her before she becomes fish food. And Lenny liked my idea of using her before I killed her and after I killed her too. Fucking a recently dead girl seems no different than fucking a girl you drugged. Her pussy still feels warm and tight on your cock.

So, I encouraged Lenny to make a teen rape porn movie with his little blackmailing slut. And wow, did he enjoy that. He told me he never felt anything tighter. And he got such a rush fucking her right after I strangled her. Since he enjoyed our time together so much, he hired me again to kill another girl next week. I may have created a monster. But I understand. I didn’t enjoy murdering at first and now I can’t get enough of it.

Demented evil dicks dominating my cutie pootie

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He’s back again, uncle Jack Hammer with hook cock. He’s one dominating demon with his hook grab. Taking my insides and twisting and turning them like he’s making cookies. His grip is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Been robbing me of my innocence since I was a little one. 

He always grabbed my insides with his cock tip and always had that tight hold on my cutie cunt walls, ripping, tear and cutting me leaving me in a bloody mess .Holding my little body down with his power punch. And grasping my hips, terrorizing my tiny twat. I’ve been his little pussy prize since I was a young whore, training to be controlled by cock. Growing my love to be brutally beaten on the regular. I will always be his incestual livestock his little animal he puts aside to fuck, beat, breed, control and defeat whenever his black heart hurts. He loves taking me down, leaving me bloody and bruised. No knowing if I’ll come out and live another day.

Domination and evil are the same thing with Uncle Jack’s hook

Constantly filling my wholes, uncle Jack wants to be the big bad baby daddy. Spreading his incestual seeds inside me. Waiting for that 9 month to hit so he can delivery it himself. From a young age to now he’s been my best master, family fucking fun with my number one. Daddy had his bite too. He liked to keep me leather bound down, sucking up my soiled fluids, collecting blood filled cum.

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It was sometimes a competition between the two, who can abuse, violate, beat the life out of me after taking their sick evil rape fantasies out on my little, tight growing kitty. Their old twisted tricks, stretching me out, growing vulva causing rainfalls of clusterfucks of white goey cums. Dripping down, covering my sliced gashes, cuts and bruises from their raging abusive cocks. Thunder bolting my insides of my little rosey posy.

Snuff Phone Sex School is in Session for the New Year

snuff phone sexA snuff phone sex new year is what we all need, right? No better way to say goodbye to an awful year than making some New Year’s resolutions like killing more. Or acting on your violent impulses finally. We all know I don’t hold back.

Whenever the urge to murder comes over me, I seize the opportunity. But I also know individuals like you never thought of yourselves as violent. And I’ve always leaned into my violent tendencies. The same way Dexter embraced his dark passenger. I did too.

But if somebody hires me to help them kill someone, I feel the need to share my infinite wisdom with them so that they can kill without me. Although I enjoy the money men pay me to help them kill some bitch, I know that when they get a taste for murder, they want to do it again.

Once you get away with murder once you want to get away with murder twice and so on. Each time invigorates you more. So once the initial panic and fear of being arrested dissipates, you find yourself hunting for your next victim.

Killer School is In Session

Starting off with accomplice phone sex gives you a taste for murder. But it also teaches you how to get away with murder because I’m a good killer. Some people excel at math or science. But I excel at murder and torture. And I can teach you my world of wisdom.

Although I am a loner and I don’t let too many people into my world, I do take on a few apprentices each year. And I plan to take on more this year cause I’m mortal. I can’t kill all the bitches and assholes solo. I need murderous bitches and bastards out there doing good work for me.

So, one of my resolutions involves starting a kill school. I got the idea from an episode of Criminal Minds. One man has an entire network of serial killers operating all over the world. I would love to turn more people into my killer phone sex disciples. Rid the world more worthless humans. So, this new year killer school will be in session. I will teach anybody how to get away with murder if they want to learn.