He wanted me to be his Valentine, so he got castration phone sex. He knew better. Do I look like the kind of woman who would want to be anyone’s Valentine? Maybe the devil if he sacrificed a soul for me. Todd knew better. We are just partners in crime. Now he is without balls. Todd is not most men I castrate. He has a nice cock and big balls. He is the kind of man most women would want to love them. The problem is that I am not most women. I told him I am not girlfriend material. I am like a Praying Mantis or a black widow. I will bite your head off after fucking or kill you. Todd got all sappy and ruined everything we had together. We have killed two brats together. Two little tiny cunts that he ravaged first. Now, he will never fuck anyone dead or alive again. He will never be a daddy. He will never get an erection again either. He hugged me, whispered he loved me and gave me a bouquet of flowers. I wanted to vomit. When he went to pee, I grabbed the kitchen knife. I snuck up behind him as he was holding his dick. He thought I was going to spoon him while he pissed. Seriously, what the fuck delusion was that. I pressed my body against his back, reached down to grab his cock and with my other hand I sliced his balls off while he pissed. He never saw it coming. He pissed and bled on my floor. He convulsed too. I could have let him bleed out. I could have taken his cock too. He should feel lucky that I cauterized the wound. I saved his life. And he is lucky to be alive because I have killed guys for lesser offenses. When will guys understand? You are my victim or my accomplice phone sex partner, but you are never my boyfriend.
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