Bloody Phone Sex Fantasies

bloody phone sexI have bloody phone sex fantasies. A violent, gory, and painful death is what I deserve. I am a useless whore. I bet you agree too. Look at me. Platinum blonde hair. Big fake boobs. Tramp stamp, tongue and clit rings too. I am a life-sized fuck doll. And I want to be used. Guys ask me all the time what my limits are. None that I have found so far is my standard response. The darker the better. I do accomplice and victim play. Although I have a switch side, I make a much better victim. When I met Taylor at the gym, I thought he was looking to date. He did not scream BDSM master to me. He was cute, and built but polite and unassuming. I wanted him to do violent things to me, but he did not seem the type. I was wrong. He was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I did not have to bait him to bring out Dr. Jekyll either. The moment I stepped into his home, he collared and chained me. He told me he knew a good fuck doll when he saw one. My cunt was wet, and he could smell it too. He ripped my clothes off and held a knife to my throat. He told me one false move and he would slit my throat. I never saw this side of him at the gym. He is a gifted chameleon. He commented on my wet pussy and knew I was a pain slut. He carved his initials in my breasts making them bleed. He carved whore across my ass and laughed as I bled. I wanted him to fuck me, but when he did, I got more than I bargained for because he said he would not fuck a diseased bimbo with his cock. Instead, he stabbed my cunt with his knife, shredding my pussy. I think he ruined me for you.

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