Her Murder phone sex Fantasies trigger me! We smoke meth and hunt niggers all night long… I always dress up very slutty for her and we take on the night together. A pair of thigh-high leather platform studded mules, a micro mini leather skirt, and a leather biker jacket with nothing but a tube top to wrap around my barely legal tits are what I wear to lure in every worthless low-down Nigger we can come across. My Bleached blonde hair never fails to get every nigger in town dropping to their knees hoping to get a taste of my powerful white pussy. Of course, that is something a low-down nigger will never get!
Sometimes they have to learn the hard way… recently we caged a bunch of niggers in the basement and tortured them for hours. A fire pit for pigs is where their evening was spent in flames. We fogged up the dungeon with meth smoke and enjoyed the sounds of their excruciating screams. He calls me for Accomplice phone sex, not to hear someone sit there and breathe… He loves hearing all the cruel filthy shit that my sick mind can come up with!
He just got a new firearm that has a laser beam and it was so much fun placing a red dot on the middle of those worthless black niggers foreheads and hearing them plead for dear life while I used them for target practice. After I knocked them down one by one, I jumped up and down on their filthy black skin, repeatedly puncturing them with my stiletto. A spool of blood formed beneath their nigger bodies and splattered all over my powder-soft white skin, bleach-blonde hair, and teeth as I laugh hysterically.