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My Son Makes Me the Star of His Snuff Movies

snuff moviesMy son likes to put me in his snuff movies. I’m always his live stream cash cow. And for the most part, I prepare myself for it. I’m just an old whore. Dark tan skin, but you can see my tan lines from the micro bikini I wear. My son likes me to stand in front of him in my panties so he can see the tan lines. I look like an over the hill 80s woman. He calls me his glam bimbo. I walked around in panties and super high heels. Add my long nails, my big hair and my cherry red lipstick, once upon a time I could’ve been an 80s video vixen.

Perhaps in a way I am still a video vixen. My son live streams our sessions. We have an understanding. He gives me the best cocaine around and he gets to film himself beating mommy beautiful. I stayed in front of him showing off my ultra skinny body. Except for the bimbo boobs, I have the body of a young schoolgirl.

Since my cunt lips hung over my panties, it looked like my lips wanted to swallow up my panties. My son pulled on my lips until he could wrap them around the panties. When he came back up, he punched my teeth out. They flew across the room. Next, he dribbled my head like a basketball on the wood floor. Occasionally pulling my head up long enough to skull fuck me.

My Boy Beats Mommy Beautiful

He slammed my skinny cocaine body onto the floor and skull fucked me harder. He placed his knee on my neck, choking me. But he did shove the bowl of cocaine under my face. The coke matted to my face like make up. He called me names and slapped my face with his dick.

I could hear the chimes pouring in. He somehow managed to lock his fingers behind my neck and stand up holding my head down to skull fuck me some more. Then he just lifted me up. But if I weigh 100 pounds, I’d be surprised. It’s amazing how much weight you can lose on a cocaine diet My son pounded my head into the floor so hard I think I might’ve received a brain bleed. Everything got dizzy. The room started spinning, but my son continued to use my head as a battering ram.

My son loves to turn me into his fleshlight. His own personal fuck sleeve. He smashed my face so much into the floor that my face became unrecognizable. But in that awkward position, he contorted me into a sort of a half Nelson wrestling move. He picked me up like a sack of potatoes and ran my head into the wall. I felt like I was in two places at once because I went through the wall and the sheet metal kept me hanging there. My head stuck out the other side of the wall, but my shoulders pressed up against the sheet rock while my belly rested on some of it.

My Son Turns Me Into His Flesh Light and Battering Ram

But my son loves me. He came around the other side, put the bowl of cocaine under my nose and let me get high. He seemed too nice. So, I knew something was up. Then I heard a knock at the door. And I could hear the chatter of many male voices while suspended in air by sheet rock. I heard my boy talk about a gangbang rape porn. But not my mouth, pussy or ass. They planned to gang bang my urethra.

He invited them to fill my bladder up with cum. They ran a train on my pee hole. Men lit me up while they fucked my fourth hole. Punched my back, my kidneys, and the sides of my ribs. And they did that all while they slammed their dicks into my urethra. My son started fucking my face like a cunt. Held my mouth open and shoved his dick in while his buddies tore up my pee hole. The sheet rock held me hostage and suspended me in the air.

But I Know My Son Loves Me, He Never Punches My Sniffer

Once my son finished with my mouth, he let me snort some more coke. And he punched me in the face. But before you say it, I know he loves me. He never breaks my nose. I need my sniffer. I heard tips pouring in as other viewers watched and laughed at the old, battered coke whore. And I might be out of commission for a while with this one. Eventually, my son pulled me out of the sheet rock, but I couldn’t see because my eyes swelled shut. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Plus, I started to bleed.

My boy freed me from the sheet rock, but he wanted to punch me some more. Such a violent streak in him. He bounced my head off the floor again and violently skull fucked me some more. But he always jokes he’s just beating mommy beautiful. So, with a bladder full of cum, a swollen face and a broken body, I snorted as much cocaine as I could to dull the pain. My son made me a pee hole gang bang whore. It will feel like I’m pissing shards of glass for a few weeks, but I know I will heal. But my son’s pink cocaine helps me get over the violent phone sex make-over.

Evil phone sex with Stephanie

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I’m about to be waiting outside of this bitch’s window until her Daddy gives me the signal to sneak inside. He wants to stroke his dick and watch while I torture his precious daughter. Her mommy ran off and Daddy is tired of dealing with her. I was hired to snuff her out but daddy wants to watch me have some fun with her first.

She’s a tiny bitch so holding her down won’t be too much of an issue. Her Daddy gave me a list of things that he wants to watch me do to her.

The list starts off kind of tame and slowly progresses into a full blown torture session. He wanted me to start by cuffing her wrists to the headboard and opening her legs with my spreader bar.

Next, he instructed me to slowly cut her clothes off of her body. When she starts screaming and fighting back, he wants me to stuff her panties down her throat.

That wad of fabric is going to choke her and she’ll be violently thrashing and writhing around underneath me.

He instructed me to play with her pussy but said that I can get rough if I want to. Of course I want to. I brought my biggest dildo for that. The one with the spikes all around it that’s only good for inflicting pain.

Daddy’s going to be pounding my pussy from behind while I fuck his little brat and shred her cunt with it.

Don’t think that I’m going to stop when her daddy busts his nut either. I’m going to fuck this little bitch and rip her cunt and ass into one giant hole.

She may or may not still be alive by the time I finish force fucking her. If she is, I’m going to string her up and beat her until she goes limp.

My bloody hands around her Daddy’s hard dick is where I want to start our call…

 

Murder phone sex Fantasies she was lost and we came

Murder phone sex Fantasies called her to us. She showed up at our doorstep like a lost puppy, that dumb little slut. We knew exactly what to do with her.

Make her our whore until she couldn’t take it anymore.Murder phone sex Fantasies

My Master Daddy had the genius idea to “help” her, and I couldn’t agree more when he wrapped her up like a present and brought her home. Once inside, her time was up.

We put her through a hell of a time, making that bitch suffer. She was so tight and untouched, a perfect little virgin. I loved seeing her face contort in terror as we took turns penetrating her delicate pussy.

The hottest part was when I wrapped the plastic bag around her head, going back and forth, choking her out and bringing her back. Watching her struggle for air while my Daddy pounded into her was pure heaven.

Suffocation is the cruelest, and when he pulled out his knife and started stabbing her, the mess was fucking incredible. She was the perfect Snuff sex slut. I kept the bag on her head as he shoved himself deep inside her shaking body, and I could feel her clenching in those final moments.

He fucked her until she was stiff, all of his cum filling her up her lifeless body. She was even more perfect in that moment. She was ours completely now, a broken doll for us to keep forever!

Rena Finds Some Young Cunt In Accomplice Phone Sex

Craving accomplice phone sex fun, I called my guy who put my on a joblkhaccomplice phone sexAs soon as we arrived at the playground, however, things took an unexpected turn when your character showed up with his friends – all of them clearly intent on harming this poor unsuspecting girl who had no idea what was about to happen to her tight little hole!

I quickly sprung into action; grabbing onto one of my boyfriend’s arms and pretending like I was resisting him as he dragged me towards your group of menacing figures standing near some train tracks not far away from where everyone else was playing tag or whatever other games kids played these days.

“Alright you two,” you growled, your hot breath against our ears sending shivers down our spines. “I want to see some action here. Kiss each other.”

My boyfriend chuckled and stepped back, clearly enjoying the show as I turned my head towards the girl beside me. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as we moaned into each other’s mouths.

You pulled us closer together, our bodies pressed tightly against each other as you ground your erection against our asses. The girl whimpered but didn’t pull away, her hands reaching up to grab onto my hair and deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, you spun us around and pushed us to our knees on the cold train tracks. My boyfriend stepped forward then dropped his pants revealing his thick cock which he shoved deep into my mouth without warning making me gag slightly before pulling out again only for him to start fucking my face roughly while I looked up at him with pleading eyes begging for more of that delicious dick… Meanwhile behind me I could feel your fingers probing between my ass cheeks searching for that tight little hole of mine so desperately craving penetration from something big & hard like yours or maybe even better yet BOTH OF YOURS AT ONCE!!!

Ass rape porn is a lot of fun with me as the accomplice

Ass rape pornAss rape porn, a delightfully depraved mission for Yours Truly. The twisted temptress Roxy!

I’ve got my eyes on the perfect pawn for our debased game – a sniveling sack of shit teen, quivering like a leaf.

Mmm, your cock is going to destroy that little asshole!

I snap my fingers, and the little bitch kneels at my feet. You know your trusted accomplice would never let you down. Look at how tight her little body is.

Before he can even whimper a protest, I have her over my lap, her puny cries muffled by my manicured hand. This is going to end with her begging for the mercy of death, and I’ll enjoy every humiliating moment leading up to it.

As I position Daddy’s thick cockhead at her twitching little pucker, I can hear her tiny brain short-circuit with terror. Deceitfully, I kiss her deep, as you slide your cock in her bloody asshole.

She squirms desperately, but I hold her in place like a bug pinned to a specimen board. You are pounding her so fucking hard. Your cock is so powerful that Snuff sex victim’s anus isn’t going to last long, but it will make a great video!

 

 

Torture Sex is My Idea of a Romantic Evening

 

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My Master had me ready for torture sex. Spread-eagle and hogtied, my wrists and ankles cinched so tight the hemp rope bit deep into my skin. I was shaking, a desperate, leaking mess, while he called me a useless, hole-hungry slut. I loved every word of it.

Then came the wax. He tilted the candle, letting the searing, molten heat drip slowly onto my swollen nipples. I screamed as the hot wax hardened, trapping the heat against my skin. He didn’t stop there; he poured a thick, boiling stream directly onto my clit and across my soaking wet cunt. The contrast of the burning wax and my pulsing heat was electric, leaving me sobbing and begging for more.

But the real punishment started when he flipped me over. No lube, no warnings—just a thick, punishing cock slamming into my tight ass. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back while he fucked my ass raw. Every thrust was a brutal reminder that I’m nothing but his toy. He hammered into my gut, calling me a filthy little cum-dumpster while I choked on my own moans.

I’m still sore, still smelling like wax and sex, and I can’t wait for him take out his snuff sex fantasies on me again!

Stay deviant.

Snuff Sex: This is The Ultimate Dark Pleasure

Snuff sex is the ultimate dark pleasure. Therefore, I stalk the neon‑lit alleys, hunting cracked‑out whores whose bodies scream disease. And the filthy bums that look for an easy opportunity.
First, I lure them with a promise of cheap thrills and free drugs. Then I drag them into the abandoned warehouse where the walls swallow their cries.
After they stumble inside, I strip them naked and bind them spread-eagled on the cold concrete. While they tremble, I drive my knife deep into their pussy, feeling the hot blood spill as I fuck the wound.
As their screams fade, I carve x’s across her nipples. So, watching crimson run down the bared flesh while I continue to thrust.
Subsequently, I flip her over onto her belly. And on those burning slit nipples in a nice salted floor. Then I ram the blade into the asshole. I choke my victims further with a thick leather belt.
Ultimately, tightening it until their eyes bulge and their faces turn purple.
Finally, I watch their bodies convulse. While there’s cum mixing with blood and piss. It all depends on whether it’s a man or a bitch.
Ultimately, I am an equal-opportunity destroyer. Then I step into the rain, letting the storm wash the filth into the sewers where they belong.
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Torture Sex Victims Sometimes Posses a Lot of Spunk

torture sexI’m certainly no stranger to torture sex. Been on the receiving end of it for decades. Began with my father and his friends. And it continued with various men who either owned me or put me in their movies. At least when folks tortured me for money, I got something out of it. But my dad tortured me for years. However, now I’m in charge.

Although I’m not always in charge, when I am, I enjoy it. I channel my daddy issues, and I put that into my victim or target. As a sexy switch, I often get paid to be the accomplice. Usually, men pay me to bring them something young to fuck and torture. And I bring them the little one of their wet dreams. But sometimes a man pays me because he wants to see me inflicting the pain. And not necessarily on him.

I would not consider Oscar a pain slot. But he is a wealthy man whose money buys him whatever he wants. And that includes live torture phone sex sessions with young girls that look like they could be my sister. I didn’t kidnap this girl. My accomplice did. This time I helped torture a girl. However, this time, a man hired me to torture for information. The young girl is the daughter of my client’s rival. No one ever hired me before for corporate espionage.

Usually, as the Accomplice, I Just Bring You the Talent

I tortured a young teen girl for information on a new project our victim’s father is working on. At first, I didn’t think she knew anything. But now I realize she’s a little pain slut. I could smell her ripe pussy. She liked this. I suspect her daddy does violates her. For a moment, I felt bad for cutting her flesh with sharp blades. Her crimson blood dripped down her body. But I felt less bad when I realized she liked it. So, I dipped a finger into some of the fresh blood and put it to my lips. Her blood tasted sweet. I could see, feel and even smell her arousal.

Suddenly, she sang like a canary and told us about what her dad was working on. I felt like some corporate espionage fixer. But honestly, maybe I don’t have it in me to do the actual torture of a young girl especially when she looks and reminds me of me. He wanted me to kill her after we got the information. However, that was not part of our plan. And I did not include murder in the payment price I quoted him. If he wanted her dead, he would need to get his hands dirty. Or pay me a lot more.

Sometimes, a Victim Impresses Me More than My Client

And he decided he should kill me too. But that did not work well for him. I sort of anticipated it because he struck me as the type of guy who didn’t get this far in life following the rules and adhering to terms and agreements. So, I let our victim go. And I gave her a knife. But she took care of the rest.  

She ran a knife straight into his gut and then moved the knife up slowly. Sick little bitch knew her way around a knife. For a moment I feared she might kill me too. But she pulled out the knife, and his entrails fell on my boots. She looked at me with an icy star and told me to run. Suddenly, I became the prey.

Damn girl. So young and already so lethal. Lethal Lolita. I became envious of her strength. At her age, I acted like a scared little girl looking for comfort from the person who abused me the most. I have daddy issues. But that girl has survival issues. She will survive in life, no matter what gets tossed her way. She will grow up to be an evil phone sex bitch. Maybe I’m the one who could learn from her. Maybe once she calms down and heals from her wounds, I can serve as her accomplice instead of her tormentor.

Evil Phone Sex With Returning Cum Hole Hunter Dusty

evil ponse sex Evil phone sex is what most that meet me say they think of when they think of me. Maybe it’s the fact that I hjave some sort of sick craving to watch the most helpless people in our society suffer.  Not just a little pain, bbut the type of pain that radiates throughout someones body.  The blood making them glow like a creature rather than a human.  The faces they make are ones you cant forget.

The screams of agony as I tie the bitch we found trying to be a lot lizard whore. We decide she’s a good one to put the whore out of her misery. She was nothing more than used up holes to us. Those are our favorite to play with as they are useless to society. It gives me and whoever I am helping be an accomplice to.

There is nothing like taking the soul out of the body in front of us and using the cum dump holes in order to satisfy our sick sexual desires.  Shoving whatever the fuck we want inside those cum filled cunts and stretched out assholes. It’s another level of nasty watching the guys who dumped their loads in this whore pouring out of their slutty fucking fuck slots.

It’s not just about getting my mans cock inside them, that’s a given. It’s about watching them turn blue on his cock as he shoves it deep down the whores throat. Watching puke come up the sides of the fuck whores cum cump of a mouth. Then watching her have to choke on it. We give not even a moment of relief because we keep going.  That’s what keeps this sexual high going.

Are you an evil cum hole hunter like myself? You ready for some fucked up fucking cum dump filled fun at the expense of a lot lizard or heck maybe even your daughter’s expense. No one is off limits in my wor

Castration Phone Sex Neuters Misogynistic Men and Shuts Them Up

castration phone sexCastration phone sex feels like just punishment for so many losers. And a few cocky bastards too. Nothing silences a man faster than losing his balls. Plus, I don’t think anything else corrects a man’s bad behavior faster. And let’s face it, men go unchecked nowadays. But not on my watch.

Some nerdy podcaster, incel type, moved into my city and began spouting off antiquated views of women. He believes women belong barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. He also espouses that “your body, my choice,” bullshit. But he would make the perfect neutering experiment, I thought to myself. I tried to listen to one of his podcasts. But I got through about five minutes and decided this man needed to come down off his high horse. Women don’t owe him anything.

So, I dressed differently to meet him. I knew the Goth look would not be what he wanted. So, I dressed like a prim and proper good church going girl for our date. And it took insurmountable strength not to strangle him at the dinner table. But I kept my eyes on the prize. Torture sex of his genitals would be dessert. I faked commonality with him because he wants a woman who knows her place.

Incel Men Need Neutered

I drugged this drink because I knew it would kick in before we got back to his place. He passed out before he could pour a glass of water for me. But he woke up strapped to his bed naked. And I could smell his fear and see it. His body quivered in fear. I also placed a plastic tarp under his body for easy cleanup. Tiniest little dick I ever saw. So, I told him castrating him would do him a favor because it would at least make his dick look bigger. All potatoes, no meat. No wonder women don’t fuck him and he feels angry.

I put a ball gag in his mouth because I knew this one would scream like a bitch and make a scene. He kept talking about smiling because his home security cameras would catch my face. Dipshit underestimated me. I disarmed his security system remotely before we even returned to his home. A man like him, I knew would have security cameras everywhere but good thing I’m an equally good hacker.

Your Body MY Choice

I didn’t waste any time castrating him like I normally do. But I just couldn’t stand to look at the loser. And don’t get me started on hearing the loser. Luckily, I gagged him, but I could still hear muffled ramblings about bitches. The loser cussed me out muffled. I’d like to say I admired his spunk, but not his junk. How could I admire anything about a fucktard who thinks women owe him and that he doesn’t need consent to my body. Well, his body, my choice. I threw his words back in his face. And used it as justification for slicing his nuts off.

The horror on his face when he realized I held his nuts in my hand, made it all worthwhile. This fucker will still espouse his hated for women and feminism. But I neutered him a bit. At least he’ll never force himself on some woman. This felt like a way too quick mutilation phone sex session. But I needed this loser to just shut the fuck up.

So, I flipped the script on him. Used his own words against him. Took his balls. I can only hope this quiets him down. But I did make sure he knew that I knew where he lived. Plus, I showed him the little video I made while castrating him. And I will make sure it goes viral if he spouts off about women again. And next time I will not just take his balls, I’ll take his life.