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Rape phone sex fantasies, my favorite pastime. You might think you know what I’m all about just by looking at me after all, I’ve got a hot, wet pussy that’s always ready for action. But there’s so much more to me than just that.
The real special surprise is the screams of mercy that come right before death. It’s those guttural, hoarse cries that gets me off like a rocket. The victims always think they’ll get out of it, even when they’re tied down and completely at my mercy. But they never do – and that’s what makes it so much fun.
I love holding the little whore down while you defile every part of her body with your tongue. The taste of her is always super sweet, just the way I like it. And when it’s time to fuck, I make sure she’s ready for the ride of her life. I want you pumping that bitch until she’s soaked your cock with cum and blood. And when she screams louder, I want you to fuck her even harder.
But don’t be fooled, my friends. These aren’t cries of pain or fear. They’re cries of pleasure, of release, of a depth of satisfaction that most people can only dream of. It’s the sound of Torture sex, the kind that makes you cum harder than ever before.
Blasphemy sex, there are a lot of different ways to do it. I actually found a special ritual that will raise the dead. I always dreamed of meeting Charlie. He was such a babe. If he felt my pussy he wouldn’t have needed any of those other bitches. I have at my disposal a spell that will allow me to summon my dear Charlie back from the depths of hell. And believe me, I will stop at nothing to make it happen.
But I can’t do it alone. I need a partner, someone who is just as depraved and twisted as I am. Someone who gets off on the thought of dominating and destroying innocent young pussy. Don’t those screams of pain make get you off like nothing else in the world?
I already have the sacrifice for my ritual, a sweet little thing who is willing to do whatever it takes to please me. But I need a hot, pulsing p. cock to help me complete the spell, to bring forth the ultimate act of blasphemy and raise the dead.
Does the thought of this make your dick hard? Does it excite you to think about all the ways you can violate and defile victim gash? I want a dedicated partner who wants to make the streets run red of the blood of the “innocent” and the dead to cum just as hard as they did in life. I dream of a world overrun by Snuff sex.
Enchanted by me Ehhhh? Can’t say I blame you, I am one sexy BEAST! Don’t worry I fully realize while you find me sexy my body is not the reason you seek me out. My devious mind and creative wicked soul is what keeps bringing you back for more.
I had a bit of a debate the other day. A friend of mine told me that all people are inherently born good. I tend to disagree. My mother has always said from the moment I broke my way out of her womb that I was different. That I have always been cold and calculated from the day I took my very first breath in this world. My mother is not evil, nor is any other member of my family that I am aware of. I didn’t inherit my lack of care for human life. Well unless Satan himself shot his load up my mom’s cunt, then I suppose it could be inherited.
Some how or another in the grand scheme of things I was born the way I am. The only thing that has ever been good about me is how good I am at being evil. Does that count? My greatest pleasure in life isn’t about being morally correct or socially conscience , it’s about making people suffer. I am not prejudice in who suffers either. Any ethnicity, age, sex, religion or lack there of. If you fucking breathe air you are a prime target to suffer for me.
Here I am waiting to be the next 5 o’clock news report. Question is am I the killer of your dreams or the killer of your nightmares? Are you my victim or my culprit in crime? THAT is the question!
The reality is no matter how it is I happen to find our victim, I will find her. Of that there is no doubt. The only questions that remain is how much will she suffer? How long will we have to enjoy every morsel of her tiny flesh? I tend to like to take my time. Enjoy every scream until she couldn’t possibly hit a higher decibel. The acoustics of her shrill screams caressing my pussy and getting me wetter and wetter.
Speaking of wetter…. I just decided how she shall finally meet her demise...