Category: Goth teen phone sex

Ass rape porn with a goth teen

Ass rape porn with a goth teen. I really couldn’t stand this one bitch that I went to school with. The cute little cheerleader type. I remember how badly I wanted to choke that bitch out. It was the perfect opportunity when my boyfriend and I ran across her at the store. She acted all nicey nice like she was my best friend back in school. That was my perfect opportunity, and I played into the whole act and invited her back to our place and the stupid bitch fell for it. We had a drink and of course I spiked that cunts drink but only enough to keep her from putting up a huge fight. She struggled a little which was perfect because that’s what makes my boyfriends cock hard and my pussy drip. I came up behind her and grabbed her by the head of the hair and threw her dumb little body to the ground. I quickly reminded her of school as I ripped her clothes off her. My boyfriend’s cock was raging for her asshole and I was going to give it to me. She tried flopping around, so I sat on top of that stupid little bitch, flipped on her stomach I grab her ass cheeks and tell my boyfriend to go deep in this cunts shit box. She screamed out so loud when he drove his cock into her asshole. Hearing her scream and cry in pain made my pussy so fucking wet. I could see her asshole was choking his dick and he came so hard in her tight little ass filling her up. We fucked most of the night after that while we made her watch tied up. After we were done, I doped her up a little more and we threw her in the car and ditched the whore in an alley.ass rape porn

Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

Evil phone sex digs her a grave and makes us cum for Satan

Evil phone sex Evil phone sex, a haunting and alluring way to conjure the darkness. By giving in to devious desires, it grows the power of the blasphemous king!

Hail Satan with your cock buried in her!

Who would be the perfect victim? A girl younger than me is heading home from Sunday school. The unwilling puppet that she is, she will not see any mercy!

My training has made me a ruthless accomplice. I’ll rip her clothing off and shove a gag in her mouth.

There will be no escape from the knots tied around her wrists, and those legs will be splayed wide open for the Master’s cock. I’ll whip her until she is bleeding from head to toe.

Once soaked in blood, I’ll guide Master’s cock inside her little fuck hole. Each trust hails our Dark Lord. Master’s cock starts to grow, bigger and bigger.

A gift from Satan, a monstrous cock for the Master. When the Blasphemy sex hollows her out, I’m the lucky girl to slice her throat. Even the Dark Lord bestows me a gift, a youthful glow. Oh, we’re so lucky Satan allows us to worship him. I can’t wait to find another virgin to sacrifice.

 

 

 

Evil phone sex the smell of burning flesh makes my pussy drip

 

Evil phone sex with your favorite little goth princess is always a thrill! I have no limits when it comes to my pussy and the activities that make me wet! What can I say I am a dark evil little bitch! The sight of blood makes my pussy gush! Nothing more fun than having a little victim to torture! Branding has become a newfound pleasure of mine! Nothing better than hearing that sizzle and the smell of their flesh burning! This one cunt that I had tied up was really annoying the sit out of me with her whimpering. So, I gave her something to whimper about! I tied her up rolled her on her stomach then had my boyfriend spread her sorry little ass cheeks apart that’s when I took my branding rod and stuck it right on her little stink star. You should of heard her scream, it was way better than her pitiful little whimpering. As her mouth was wide open screaming out that’s when I told my boyfriend to shove his cock in her throat. He said it was the greatest feeling ever her throat contracting around his cock as she struggles to scream. My pussy was aching to torture her even more at that point!evil phone sex

Snuff Movies Makes You Super Horny For Tight Pussy Layla

Snuff MoviesI’m strapped down so tight I can’t feel my wrists anymore, just the cold bite of the leather against my skin. He’s standing over me in this dimly lit bedroom, deciding whether I’m going to be his next victim or his favorite toy. Watching snuff movies on the cracked TV in the corner seems to be the only thing keeping him from grabbing that knife on the nightstand, and honestly, I’m begging for that instead.

 I can see his eyes darting from the screen to my chest, my breath hitching every time his gaze lingers on my busty tits spilling out of this torn dress. He told me he was going to kill me, that I was just another body to dispose of, but then he saw how much I was shaking… not just from fear, but from a sick, twisted sort of anticipation.

He didn’t expect me to be so desperate. When he saw the bulge in his pants growing, he realized I wasn’t fighting the restraints anymore; I was arching into them. I looked him dead in the eye and gave him full permission to do whatever he wanted, as long as he stayed inside me. He crawled onto the bed, looming over me like a predator, his heavy weight pinning me into the mattress. 

I felt his hands, rough and calloused, bruising my thighs as he forced them apart to get to the real prize. My heart was hammering against my ribs, but all I could focus on was the heat radiating off him. The moment he entered my tight pussy, the air left my lungs in a sharp, jagged moan. It’s a different kind of survival here. I’m an innocent girl caught in a nightmare, but my body is a traitor that craves the friction.

 He’s not gentle… he doesn’t have to be. Every thrust is a reminder that I’m alive, that I’m his, and that he’s forgotten all about that knife. I’ve become his captive slut, a breathless mess of sweat and tears, pleading for him to fill me up until I can’t think about the world outside these four walls.

I don’t know if I’ll ever leave this room, or if he’ll change his mind again once he’s had his fill of me. But right now, with his hands around my throat and his cock buried deep, I’m exactly where I need to be to stay alive. I’m Layla… Your favorite busty tit slut, and I’m trapped in a house of shadows, serving a man who holds my life in his hands. Maybe if you’re like him, you’d want a turn at breaking what’s left of me.

Home invasion phone sex gets nasty and hardcore

Home invasion phone sex is a great way to work out that tension that’s been building up! I was at this restaurant the other day and this sweet young waitress had the biggest cunt of a customer she was that Karen that needed her mouth stuffed with a fat cock to shut her up. I felt bad for this girl and wanted to show this bitch some karma. So, my boyfriend and I followed her ass back to her house later that night we broke in and tied her and her piece of shit husband up. I spread her legs apart while my boyfriend tied her ankles up. She was perfectly secure to the bed arms above her head. Her pathetic whimpering ass whining on the bed all helpless she wasn’t a big bad bitch any more. I put some nipple clamps on her hard shivering tits they were quite pretty tits I have to say. It was great having her loser husband watching tied up in the corner. She was whining was to much, so I muffled her face with my pussy. Eat my pussy you stupid cunt while my boyfriend tears your pussy to shreds. He started with his cock and by the time we were done with her sorry ass she was taking both of our fists one up her ass and one in her stupid cunt. She was a gaping whore by the time we finished and a bit of a bloody mess. Next time she’ll think twice before acting like a fucking bitch!home invasion phone sex

Be My Bloody Phone Sex Valentine

bloody phone sexDo you want to be my bloody phone sex valentine. The most romantic thing a man can do for me is offer himself up for me to butcher. I don’t possess the traditional need for men that most women do. I don’t need them for my financial independence because I make my own money. And I don’t need them to fuck me because that’s why they make sex toys. Plus, I don’t need men to do things for me because I’m a capable woman who can do it all by myself.

So, the only thing men can offer me is their body and soul to destroy. Perhaps, some people might call me a succubus. Personally, I don’t mind that comparison. I’m a sick bitch. But I’m also an island who needs nobody to survive. I just like to kill simps, losers, and assholes. The world will never miss them.

For shits and giggles, I put an ad out on the dark net looking for human sacrifices. And my inbox flooded with guys wanting me to choose them. Maybe they didn’t understand what snuff porn sacrifice meant or perhaps they understand that they contribute nothing to this world and thus do not deserve to continue breathing.

I picked Eddie. And I do my research before I agree to kill anybody or kill with anybody. Stone cold killers, like me, understand the risk we take. First, I need to make sure I’m not being set up. I also like to prepare blackmail material in case somebody tries back paddle.

Some Men are Too Weak to Off Themselves, So They Call Me

Eddie lives a pathetic existence. Tons of social media accounts with very few followers. Never married. Likely still a virgin at 48 years old. No real money of his own; he inherited money from his grandpa. I even found his Tinder profile showing off his little shrimp dick. And I doubt anybody ever swipes right on him.

Couple hours of research and I determined Eddie would be my bloody valentine. He showed up at my place with a bottle of red wine and flowers. Who makes romantic gestures to the woman they paid to kill them. Dumb ass. I took my time torturing Eddie. But somebody else’s pain becomes my aphrodisiac.

I tied Eddie up spread eagle naked, of course. And then I showed him my knife collection. I carved him up with my knives. I carved loser and my initials into his flesh. And I put a castration band around his useless little balls. Plus, I even sliced his little dick off. He’s not using it anyway.

Are You Strong Enough to Be My Bloody Valentine Sacrifice?

This loser paid me $50,000 to end his life. He wanted to be my bloody valentine. And he got what he wanted. No more rejection. No more lonely existence. And no more days of wishing himself dead. He lacked the balls to kill himself, so he paid somebody to do it for him.

Perhaps he had bigger balls than he thought. Before I tossed his body to the wolves, I removed his balls as a souvenir. Castration phone sex after the fact. When you remove the balls postmortem, they do not bleed, and they stay perfectly preserved for a few hours. Just enough time for me to stick them in a jar of formaldehyde.

Eddie knew his life was worth worthless. He just took up space and air. So, he gave himself to me willingly to torture and kill. Are you strong enough to be my bloody valentine too?

Goth Teen Phone Sex with Big Titty Layla Bouncing All Over

Gothic Teen Phone SexThe hotel room lights are low, shadows dancing across the plush carpet and sleek furniture, and I can feel my excitement building. I slip into my black lace outfit, the kind that hugs every curve and lets him imagine every inch without even touching me. When he calls, I answer with a sultry, teasing whisper that immediately pulls him into my world. This is Goth Teen Phone Sex, the dark, seductive kind that makes you hang on every word, craving more of my voice, my tease, my control.

He’s here on a business trip, but tonight is ours. I describe myself bouncing lightly on the edge of the bed, letting my hands glide over my curves in just the right way so he can picture it perfectly. My voice dips, low and lustful, dripping with anticipation. I tease him, playful yet obedient, letting him imagine taking me on his terms, guiding every movement.

I let him know exactly how I’m dressed, how my outfit shows off my chest, and how I want him to imagine every sensation. He groans softly on the other end, and I smile into the line, knowing he’s hooked stroking his fat cock. I encourage him, whispering questions, moans, and little promises, making him picture the fantasy in vivid detail. Every pause, every gasp, every soft laugh becomes part of our shared rhythm.

The indulgence continues as I let him explore the fantasy further… imagining my curves, my reactions, and how much I love being under his control for a little while. I tease, bounce, and respond to his imagined touch, letting him feel the power of this intimate connection. My voice is addictive, sultry, and impossible to ignore.

After the teasing, I shift to soft, intimate whispers, licking his ear slowly, hinting at the luxuries he leaves behind… jewelry, designer bags, small gifts that spoil me and reward the fantasy we create. Every word reminds him that our play is decadent, thrilling, and completely lustful, indulging every sexy desire.

“I’ll be back for you, patiently waiting for our next fuck session” He says as he zips up his pants, ready to leave to go to his meeting. By the end of the call, he’s captivated, imagining every curve, every moan, every playful bounce. I smile, knowing he’ll be back for more of my gothic allure, my seductive voice, with my big fat titties bouncing all over his hard cock, making him fantasize about me all day long. 

Young Voice Phone Sex Actress, Fuck a Young Cunt!

Young Voice Phone Sex

I got that Young Voice Phone Sex your Cock loves so much. 

That forbidden shit that shouldn’t be making your cock stand straight up, but it does.

You love how young and innocent I sound. Like I have no idea all the nasty ways you’ll be taking advantage of me.

I never even saw a cock up close, let alone put one in my mouth. 

Maybe you can be the first cock I deep throat, and teach me exactly how it’s done.

I might choke or gag on it. Your cock is so big compared to my tiny mouth.  I am so inexperienced, I hope you’ll go slow on me, Daddy.

Go easy on my holes. They haven’t been stretched out too much yet.

 

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