Suffocation phone sex because maybe it’s my time to die

Suffocation phone sex Suffocation phone sex scares the hell out of me. I guess it’s because I was recently used for a brutal fantasy.

My Master Daddy made me wear this dirty schoolgirl uniform; I think it came from one of his victims. I put on the crusty uniform and met him in the garage.

His eyes were wild, hungry to defile my whore cunt.

Donning my schoolgirl getup – the short pleated skirt, white blouse, and knee-high socks- I surrendered myself to him.

He was in a mood, wild-eyed and high out of his mind. He bent me over and fucked me hard, but it wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t satisfied with simply violating my wet pussy that day. No, he had a different plan in store. Master Daddy fucked me senseless, but he needed something extra to get balls empty. That evil man wrapped a clear plastic bag over my face and fucked me even harder.

The bag is sealed so tight! The world went black, suffocating oxygen from my lungs as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. My mind reeled; primal terror and pain. Was this the moment I was perfectly, brutally snuffed?

All I remember is blackness. I think I was between worlds at that point. I felt so at ease, like I was ready to let go of being a Snuff sex whore, but then a bright light and his cock ripped the plastic from my mouth. He fucked me awake; I guess I’ll always be a slave to Master Daddy!

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