I’m Terrified of Home Invasion Phone Sex
Violent home invasion phone sex is haunting my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat, naked and bruised. My tits, ass, and stomach are sore and raw. Panic sets in before I slowly try to remember what’s happening. I realize there is a chain around my ankle. The door to the basement I was locked in flies open, light flooding in behind a menacing figure. I suddenly remembered what happened. You broke into my home and held me at gun point. You stripped my clothes off of me and forced me to serve your cock. Then you beat me and locked me here in my basement.
Bloody Phone Sex Whore Bleeds for Torture Sex
I’m now nothing more than a bloody phone sex toy for you to force your dick in whenever you please. Today you’ve gotten bored of beating me up and force fucking my holes. You have the perfect idea to torture your broken play thing. As you get closer I can see the light reflect off of something in your hand. A knife? No, it couldn’t be…right? Once you’re right in front of me, there’s no denying it, it’s a kitchen knife, and it’s sharp. You who’s off the blade and then shove it deep into my slutty titmeat. My ribs crack and my screams echo in the basement.
You dig out a chunk of my flesh and rub it on your cock like the sick bastard you are. You coat your cock in my blood to use as lube to force-fuck my bruised pussy. With every thrust I get another stab wound. In my tits, stomach and thighs. I’m barely hanging on. The pain and blood loss are making me faint. And once you’re ready to shoot your load deep in my womb, you finish the deed, slitting my throat and snuffing me out as you pump me full of jizz. I’m just another victim of your sick torture sex.
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