Holidays bring out the snuff phone sex lovers. However, I do not need a holiday as an excuse to kill. For me, every day feels like a holiday. And everyday I struggle with my urge to kill. I am a population control specialist. Unlike a serial killer, I am not compelled to kill out of need. I’m not mentally ill. I want to kill. I am a sadist.
This weekend brings out all the cute perky teenagers for the last pool days of the year. At least in the non-sunny all the time states. And I found myself around to celebrate with three days of killing. However, today, I am waiting for you to help me kill my victim. My last bikini clad teenager needs an accomplice to kill her. And I already did the hard work. I kidnapped her Saturday and kept her alive in my kill shack.
I Need an Accomplice with Rape Fantasies for Young Meat
If you experience rape phone sex fantasies for young teen sluts, there is a cute one in a cage in my kill shack just waiting for a monster cock to shred her virgin holes. I checked out her hymen with a flashlight and a speculum and I found a virgin. Imagine that. Fresh, untouched meat. How rare that must be nowadays. I can smell this cunt’s fear waffling all through my kill shack too. That just intoxicates me. If I cannot find a suitable accomplice, I will kill her myself. But I find it more fun with a partner.
My murderous neighbor went out of town, or I would have called him. He enjoys teen rape porn too. I kidnapped a trio of young bitches, but I killed the other two already. And boy did they put up a fight. Feisty bitches. But cock teases nonetheless who deserved to die. Not sure why I am waiting for an accomplice for the final girl. I am more than capable of killing a whore on my own. Oh, I know why. Because I love watching a whore get force fucked before I end her life.