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Deadly Violent Phone Sex

violent phone sex

I knew how utterly dangerous he was when we met. It was the amber gaze of sin that broke me, and I didn’t care what he did with me, I would consent. His teeth grazed over my skin like a threat or a promise when he punched himself inside of my cunt. Each stab of his stone-hard cock brought me closer and closer to coming, but he wasn’t going to let me have it that easy. Pleasure comes at the cost of pain.

“Your life is mine” he told me, and it was true. I knew that he was capable of ending my life at any time, and I wanted him like nothing on this earth. He growled and snarled and held a death grip on my throat, battering my pussy with his punishing thrusts. Feeling his fingers cutting into my skin, marking me in a purple choker collar of bruises, I dripped all over his sadistic cock. I ached for him to choke the life out of me and leave me with his seed inside my dead cunt. He wasn’t merciful enough to take my life. Why do that when he could kill me slowly in violent phone sex?


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