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Taboo phone sex makes nothing safe and everything nasty

Taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex sluts love to be evil. Dark, twisted desires consume my every thought as I cruise the streets, on the hunt for malleable flesh to mold into my twisted fantasies.

 

And torture is the best way to get off!

 

Sweet, innocent little sluts, so naive to the depraved world that awaits them. My boyfriend loves to destroy their purity too. Those little asses are beckoning us to corrupt and claim them as our own.

 

We get into the truck, and we’re off to find our next new doll to play with. I spot a promising target, her youthful form strutting down the sidewalk with an air of carefree innocence.

 

My stake-out eyes zero in, drinking in every curve and angle. She’s ripe for the taking, a juicy plum just begging to be plucked. A cute little redhead with skinny legs and milky, virginal skin. Her tits were perky and ass plump, just perfect for his cock.

 

With calculated precision, I swing the truck around, pulling up beside her with a guttural rev of the engine.

 

A wicked smile plays on my lips as I lean over and beckon her over. “Hey there, sweet thing,” I purr, my voice dripping with dark seduction. “Want to come for a little ride?”

 

Fear and confusion war with a flicker of curiosity in her eyes as she approaches the vehicle.

 

I reach out, trailing a finger along her delicate jawline, and her breath hitches. Damn, she’s even more delectable up close. The battle’s already been lost; her body is on the cusp of surrender, and I can almost taste the sweet surrender.

 

Once inside, the cab’s claustrophobic confines envelope us in a sphere of primal, unbridled sex. Hands roam, harsh breaths mingle, and the scent of arousal thickens the air.

 

The little slut quivers under my touch, a live wire ready to short-circuit into ecstasy. Fear gives way to forbidden desire as she submits to the darkness that surrounds her and my man’s cock.

 

It barely fit in her. I really had to force it in her. Good thing we are using her for Snuff sex. After he gagged her on his dick, I stuck it in her bald cunt and broke her neck while he was still inside her.

 

Babysitter phone sex leads to all sorts of sick fun

Babysitter phone sex always gets brutal with me. I look sweet and innocent, but I have done plenty of evil things.

I have to keep Master Daddy happy.Babysitter phone sex

He entrusted me with the task of selecting an innocent victim for his beastly desires. After some careful consideration, I settled on a helpless blonde girl with a flawless, hairless pussy – the perfect canvas for Daddy to ravage.

As we settled in for a night of homework and harmless bonding, the girl and I engaged in simple pleasures like braiding each other’s hair. But little did she know, her naive purity would soon succumb to depraved acts. My Master Daddy arrived, his hunger for young flesh insatiable.

With a cruel twist of fate, the blonde bitch found herself at the mercy of his monstrous cock. She cried out in agony as he plundered her unprepared pussy, her tiny cunt stretching to accommodate his girth. I watched with a mix of guilt and sinful arousal as Daddy mercilessly fucked the little bitch into a tear-stained, whimpering mess.

The sounds of her violated suffering were music that was chilling. He loves making them paralyzed with pure terror and his cock.

As the brutal pounding continued, the girl’s once bright eyes dimmed, her body becoming more limp with each thrust. As she lay spent and shattered, he filled her with cum and made me lick it out when I licked her cold Snuff sex pussy.

 

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Star Blair Gets Recognized Anywhere

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn stars get recognized often. Men who like those dark underground snuff, kind of movies often recognize me. They’ve seen one of my underground films that I did so I could earn some coke money. So often when I’m minding my own business, some guy starts some trouble with me. Men don’t realize I only make those sorts of movies when truly desperate for cocaine money. But I don’t enjoy when men recognize me. At least not when they recognize me from those kinds of films.

And over the weekend, I decided to go to this local dive bar. Now I did not go there to score cocaine. For once I received enough cocaine last year a week. Guys bought me some drinks and we played some pool. Just sometimes I like the attention of other men. Although I do love my husband and our marriage appears solid, I like to flirt. Perhaps no woman exists who does not like the attention of younger men.

No Matter Where I Go, Some One Recognizes Me From Violent Films

A bunch of college men walked into this dive bar about an hour before last call. And I could tell by the way they looked at me that they recognized me. They appeared too old to know even my oldest teenage son. So, I knew they recognized me from my snuff porn days. They swarmed me by the pool table and started talking about what a good little cocksucker I appear to be. And then they whipped out their dicks and tried to skull fuck me at once.

I can handle a decent amount of dick, but six hard cocks in my mouth at once realigned my jaw. And they took in the back of the bar, and nobody did a damn thing to help me. Perhaps I didn’t want help. But I tried to fight them, nonetheless.

One of them pinned me to the pool table while his buddies ripped the clothes off my body. One of them thought it would be funny to stick a pool stick up my ass. And he rammed it in so deep it felt like it could come out of my mouth. He pulled it back out of my ass and shoved it in my mouth making me spit shine it.

Fighting Off My Attackers Never Works, So I Lay There and Take It Like a Good Whore

These boys could not have been any older than 22. And so full of rage and anger for a soccer mom. They took turns fucking my pussy and my ass on that pool table. Ouch. I could feel their cocks penetrating me. So, I just laid on that pool table like a rag doll. I’ve learned over the years to disengage until it’s over. Fighting never helps. And in the past the more I begged for mercy the rougher the men got with me.

So, I let those boys explore their rape phone sex fantasies for me on a pool table in the back of a dive bar. At one point, they invited the other men in the bar to come fuck me too. It seemed like it went on forever and perhaps it did. But eventually it ended, and I collected my torn clothes and my battered body and got my ass back home. However, I know one of these days I might not be so lucky. I might not ever be able to go home after a vicious attack because I know I’m running out of my nine lives.

Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.

 

Bloody phone sex, because a bitch is better off

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex girls deserve to suffer. I know I do. I’ve been made to do all sorts of horrible things, and I could have said no and turned into a dead whore, but I want to live.

So I have to help my Master Daddy with his business and needs.

He made me pick the next victims.

I guess I harbor some Mom hate. Mine never cared for me. She was too busy being a crack whore and eventually left me to that crazy family.

When they sold me to Master Daddy, I thought I was done for, but he saw potential in me, and ever since, I do everything I can to make him proud.

I remember the look in their eyes when I pulled them into the dark, dank room. Fear, confusion, and a hint of revulsion at the sight of my Master Daddy, naked, besides wearing a leather mask, and the cameras behind him.

I found these bitches at some lame sip-and-paint event. I pretended I got in a fight with my boyfriend and needed a ride.

These women were in their late forties. They were Florida moms on a girl trip and had big fake tits. They were perfect for his Snuff porn.

He helped me rip off their clothes and made them incapacitated. They didn’t squirm too much because he beat their heads in. He gave me the knives, and the cameras were rolling, and I went into a frenzy.

He started fucking them, and I plunged the blade into their guts once he swapped cunts. I got the timing right, and it was successful.

Dick goes out, knife goes in. I think the best shot was when they both started making gurgling sounds while I was riding one of Mommy’s faces, and he filled the other’s throat with cum.

Snuff Porn Star Blair Take a Beating and Keeps On Ticking

snuff pornI will never escape snuff porn. This week proved rough on my body. First, my son beat the crap out of me. However, I went through his pink cocaine rather quickly. Not even quite a week later I found myself in need of more. So, I started begging guys to help me for a bump. I tried to avoid going down to the dock or meeting with notorious violent drug offender to score since my body still hurt from my boy.

However, zero luck with regular dudes willing to party and fuck. So, I met this one snuff film maker at the docks. He makes snuff flicks and beats women on camera for a streaming audience just like my son. But this guy I know has killed women before maybe not on purpose but some of his stars ended up dead. So that’s always in the back of my mind when I get desperate. But my need for cocaine seems stronger than my need to stay alive.

This guy will always put me in his snuff movies. But I will end up in the hospital or the ER. This time seemed no different. He dangled a big bag of cocaine in front of me and told me it would be all mine for just two hours of filming. So, I did a line and told him I make me his bitch. He set up the streaming camera and punched me in front of his streaming audience many times. I started seeing stars almost immediately.

Men Beat Me Beautiful in Exchange for Cocaine

When he punched me in the nose and it started bleeding, I worried that my sniffer would not work anymore. I begged for some cocaine. And when I snorted, boy did it burn like it never burned before. Coke mixed in with my blood and started coming out my nose. And this guy just wiped my bloody snot so he could rub on it my pussy and on my tits.

And he kept beating me. He never wanted to fuck me. According to him, his audience prefers watching him beat the fuck out of mommy types. Well, he beat the fuck out of me. So, this felt like torture sex. He broke ribs and my nose. Plus, I lost a couple teeth, but I got a big bag of cocaine. So that will help me heal my broken, battered body once again. Why do I get letting guys abuse me like this? Oh, that’s right. I am a druggy desperate whore.

Young Voice Phone Sex Tempting Maid Layla Cleans Your Balls

Young Voice Phone Sex

I’ve always known that being a good girl is nowhere near as profitable as being a total brat who knows how to handle a man’s needs. Using my young voice phone sex skills to lure Troy into my world was the best move I ever made, and now he’s convinced I’m the only “sugar baby” worth the investment. Today, I’ve decided to give him exactly what he’s paying for, showing up at his place in a tiny, ruffled maid outfit that barely covers my curves.

 I’m not here to dust the shelves, though; I’m here for the real “dirty work”. I drop to my knees in front of him, the lace of my apron fluttering as I reach for his fly. Troy is already breathless, watching me with that hungry, desperate look I love. I don’t say a word at first, I just let my hands do the talking, sliding his pants down until those heavy, “aching balls” are right in front of my face.

I start “cleaning” them with my tongue, using slow, swirling strokes that make his knees buckle. My voice is a soft, slutty whisper, telling him how much I enjoy the taste of his skin while I buff and “polish” him with my wet mouth. He’s already rock hard, a thick vein throbbing against his stomach, but I take my time. I want him to feel every bit of my devotion before the real fun starts. 

When he can’t take the teasing anymore, he grabs my waist and flips me onto the rug, pinning my legs back to reveal my “tight little pussy”, already soaking and ready for him. He dives in without a second thought, his weight crushing me into the floor as he thrust into me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. The friction is incredible, and I’m making all those high-pitched, needy sounds that drive him over the edge. 

I’m his perfect little toy, taking every inch of him until he’s growling my name and shaking with the effort of staying upright. Just as I feel my own walls clenching around him, he pulls out and starts stroking himself fast. I look up just in time to feel the heat of his load hitting my face, thick strings of “white cream” splattering across my cheeks and dripping onto my busty tits.

 I stay there, panting and covered in his mess, looking like the perfect, used-up maid he dreamed of. By the time I’m cleaning myself up, he’s already heading out, leaving a thick envelope stuffed with my allowance on the nightstand. One look at that cash and I know I’m addicted to this life; I’ll be back to “clean his balls” whenever he calls.

Taboo Phone Sex Mommy is Her Son’s Cash Cow

taboo phone sexWhen my son comes to visit his taboo phone sex mommy and cash cow, I know I will get the best cocaine. However, I will suffer for it. But family takes care of family. I wore a short skirt, maybe with a 3-inch hem, and it showed off my prolapse because it hung down below the skirt.

And I also wore a tube top. And my duck lips, I accentuated with red lipstick. Plus, I put on other pancake makeup. My huge cock pillows appeared on display in that tube top. If you looked at me from the front, you could see my meat curtains hanging down too. As I stood in front of my son, I felt happy to see him and a little scared too.

I saw the camera equipment, and I knew we were doing a live stream again. That’s our thing. But my boy loves me even if he beats me beautiful sometimes. He told me my fan base wanted a cunt busting. And then he immediately kicked me in the cunt. I heard the chimes come in. He kicked me again and lifted me off the ground. For a moment, I felt like a soccer ball being kicked in the air. But at least I landed in front of the bowl of cocaine.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow

Before we ever start a snuff porn session, my son always gets me high. It dulls the pain. See I told you he loves me. I snorted cocaine as he continued to kick my empty cavern. My old barren womb. It’s like the Grand Canyon now. He started fisting my cunt that pushed me forward until I hit the wall. While elbow deep inside of my barren womb, he started punching my cunt from the outside. More chimes poured in as my son continued to beat me beautiful.

He gave me a few punches to the face and eyes. And of course, my mouth, because I forgot to take my dentures out again. Once my teeth flew out of my mouth, my son replaced my dentures with his cock and his balls. However, he kept punching the side of my face as I sucked his cock. He lit this old bitch up. But I could hear the dings, so I knew my fan base enjoyed the session.

Eventually, he pushed me down to the ground and kicked my prolapse which he calls his cock sleeve. He started punching my prolapse like a boxer punches one of those hanging boxing bags. When he started talking about my fourth hole I knew I needed more cocaine. That’s my urethra. And when he starts playing with that, I know I won’t pee without pain for weeks.

Even Though My Son Turns Me Black and Blue, I Know He Loves Me

With no lube and no warning, he put a little cocaine on my pee hole and then stuffed his cock in it. He pissed into my bladder. While he fucked my fourth hole, he continued to beat me beautiful. I might need some more work done on my face from the plastic surgeon after this session. I could barely see out of my eyes, but my sniffer worked, thankfully.

Our streaming sessions seem to cater to guys with a rape phone sex fantasies for their own mother. But you can’t force fuck the willing. And I’m always willing to be his cash cow. He let me put my face back in the bowl of cocaine, but he dragged me by my tits around the floor.

Eventually he tied my ankles to my head, exposing my pussy, my ass, and my pee hole. And he even put a rope around my throat as his skull fucked me. He would punch me and choke me at the same time as he fucked me. But he wasn’t fucking my pussy. He fucked my pee hole. Mommy’s only tight hole.

My Son Always Makes a Ton of Money Beating Me Beautiful

Tied up to a fuck bench with my legs pushed under me, my prolapse hung out like a punching bag. When he pulled his dick out of my pee hole, he played whack a mole with my prolapse and the head of his dick. He joked about the fact that he could not even push my prolapse back in with his big dick. The chimes rolled in meaning my fan base loved this show. I have no dignity. I’ll do anything for cocaine. I even let my son beat me beautiful and humiliate me on camera.

He made me suck his dick after fucking my prolapse. My prolapsed asshole serves as his cock sleeve. But he wanted to cum in my pee hole. So, he pulled out of my ass and made me clean his dick off with my mouth. Then he fucked my pee hole and dumped a ton of cum in my bladder. He joked that he gave me a bladder enema. By the time our live stream concluded, I started turning black, blue and purple. My cunt and my face look like Mike Tyson beat me up. Every joint hurts still four days later.

But I’m not complaining. He gave me great cocaine. He loves me. Sometimes mommy needs to violent makeover.

Face fucking Torture sex destroys me completely

Torture sexBeing a Torture sex slave is my destiny. My master bought me from this crazy family, and I thought my life would get a little better, but it’s been hard to stay alive.

As long as I listen to what he wants and proactively understand his needs, I can stay around for a little bit longer.

But he loves to hurt me. I think it’s because he knows I try very hard to impress him, and even if I do everything right, I still get punished.

He loves to abuse my throat.

His favorite pastime is to wrestle his throbbing cock down my throat, violating my mouth ruthlessly. He feasts on destroying my gag reflex, reveling in my painful gags as he impales my esophagus on his massive shaft.

Lately, he’s been obsessing and told me he wants to tear out my teeth, leaving me a gaping, gum-jawed receptacle for his pleasure.

It’s so scary when he’s violently pounding my face into his cock and whispering how he will pull out each tooth, one by one.

He says he loves the exquisite agony of it all! The meaty slap of his hips against my face was a symphony of brutality.

Snot and drool fly, mixing with his musky arousal as I struggle to breathe through my nostrils, my windpipe constricting with each thrust. But it’s never enough.

He makes my throat constrict in a way that I puke all over his cock and balls. I have to suck up every drop of it, until I’m left retching, a thin, acidic thread connecting my lips to his mean throbbing cock.

And still, when he cums, his cruelty is far from over. He holds my head in place to make sure I get all the remnants of his climax.

Then he broaches the threat once more – to yank out my teeth, to reduce my face to a mere collection of glistening, empty gums. I hope he doesn’t go through with his threat. I don’t want to be a toothless Snuff sex slave.

 

Teen Rape Porn : Never a Dull Moment in My New Obsession

Teen rape porn is an obsession for me, and for my Master. Well especially my Master, after all he gets to destroy that hot teen ass. And what do I get out of it? Obviously great pleasure.

First of all, my assfixiation is strong thanks to my Master’s grooming me. Ultimately, my ass is so good I was kept alive, and around. As a thank I like to find, or hunt the fine sweet teen tushy that makes Master’s cock twitch.

Of course I know that the more teen ass that gets destroyed the better used my asshole will get as a reward. Truth is, my holes are still quite good, despite how often they have been destroyed. Now that I have become an accomplice to the finding of teen anal brides, my life has more meaning.

Ultimately I was destined to be ass fucked and beheaded some time ago. But my ass just kept giving, and it’s just far too luscious to be condemned to 6 feet under.

Now these little bubble butt teen fuck dolls are destined to be good little torture sex fuck holes. And once they are used a couple of times we will sell them to their new husbands. And these girls are not ass brides and they only get their ass fucked.

Honestly, the best little whores give great ass continually. And when they put up a fight these are the ones that get the guillotine.

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