Castration Phone Sex: Let Me Make Christmas Ornaments out of Your Balls

castration phone sexAll I want for Christmas is castration phone sex. It is not even fucking Thanksgiving and Christmas music is blasting everywhere. I am not ready for good cheer and happy holidays. I was in a wicked mood last night. Everywhere I went, holiday music was playing, and decorations were up. This one asshole in a store was trying to get me to pose with Santa. Do I look like the kind of woman who sits on Santa’s lap? I am a naughty girl. I don’t get presents. He was relentless. Turns out he was hitting on me. I saw an opportunity. I mean this loser was dressed like an elf on a shelf. There was no way he could have a big dick. His voice, his outfit, everything about him was a crime against humanity. I took his number. I passed on Santa but told him I would come over to his place later. I was expecting his home to look like Santa’s workshop, but it was not decorated. It looked like a typical bachelor pad. He was expecting me. He had loser moves. Nothing original. It became clear he thought he was doing me a favor by fucking me. Like I should be grateful to bag an Elf on the Shelf?  I was trying to contain my anger. I needed a moment to gain my composure. I pulled out my knife, held it against his throat and ordered him to strip. He thought I was punking him. He got naked and as I suspected, he had a tiny dick fit for an Elf. I took his balls off right then. He started to go into shock. I wanted him a wake. This was torture sex. I got a lighter out of my purse and torched his bleeding balls. As he was crying and shaking, I kicked him where his nuts once were. I squashed him like a bug. I humiliated the life out of him. I made him question humanity. I just wanted him unable to be cheery and incapable of reproducing his stupidity in a spawn. I was feeling cheerful for the first time. I guess taking a loser’s balls was just the holiday spirt I needed, but I could always use more. What do you say? Let me make holiday ornaments out of your nuts.

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