Category: Necrophilia phone sex

I have trained Lolita’s trained for Torture sex

Torture sexI just need to gloat over the trio of fresh meat I have for Torture sex! These poor souls have been lured in with promises of a hot meal and a nice Mommy. Too bad for them; they are dumb enough to believe it.

They are ready to be broken in and maybe even destroyed!

I’ve got them trained to be submissive. It took me a couple of days to beat these bitches down, and by the time I was done, they weren’t looking that pretty. Now that they are all healed up, I think you would be the right one to pop some slave cherries.

Did you want just one? Or can I offer you the 3-for-1 special? You’ve got a dick that can make me walk funny, and I would get off so much watching you dominate their young, fresh holes.

These bitches are a dime a dozen in my whore house. No one will miss them; maybe we can end them with Snuff sex.

The only catch is, I want to record it. I have been wanting to upgrade my whore house. I think a snuff film playing on the walls would be a great addition. The cameras will capture every moment of their suffering. And you know there will be perfect close-up footage of your cock destroying their holes.

Blasphemy Phone Sex is The Greatest Way to Summon Satan

The darkest path to Satan’s throne runs straight through blasphemy phone sex. In these blissful moments of summoning Satan and causing complete demise to you, my victim and sacrifice. In fact, this is my greatest pleasure.
Consequently, I kneel before my inverted cross every night. And rubbing my wet pussy while I desecrate every holy word I was ever taught. For I am the dark goddess of perversity, and I will destroy Christ with the very sin of Lust.
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Furthermore, the more I moan profanities spoken in tongues of dark evil phone sex blackness, further in the depths of Hell thou shalt fall. Now surrender to my darkness and walk through the valley of death to the altar of sin.
The stronger His presence grows inside my trembling gothic whore body. Therefore, I cum harder knowing each orgasm feeds the dark lord’s hunger. And this is my power. It’s the power of my demonic cunt that will drain your seed.
Moreover, I light black candles around my altar and slide crucifixes inside my dripping cunt. All while strangers listen to me scream filthy prayers backward.
“nemA earatson sitrom aroh ni te cnun subirotaccep sibon orp aro ieD retaM airaM atcnaS suseI iut sitnev sutcurf sutcideneb te subireilum ni ut atcideneB mucet sunimoD anelp aitarg airaM evA”
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Additionally, I beg Satan to fill me with His infernal seed as I claw at my pale breasts. Thus leaving bloody trails across my flesh.
Meanwhile, my callers stroke their hard cocks to my sacrilegious moans. And I love knowing they’re sinning right alongside me.
Furthermore, when the final climax hits, I feel Him. So, I feel Satan’s burning cock splitting me open from the inside.

Blasphemy Phone Sex Is My Dark Communion

Consequently, my eyes roll back as I choke on His name. Ultimately, blasphemy phone sex isn’t just pleasure. It’s my dark communion, and I’m His Gothic Phone Sex whore forever.
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Necrophilia phone sex takes you to the darkest depths

Necrophilia phone sex

Necrophilia phone sex satisfies the monster inside. I have this hunger to defile and indulge in sweet death. But I like to get real fucking nasty with it. My foreplay is to get your cock nice and hard and drive it up her sweet cunt.

Don’t you want to lose control and enjoy yourself in the most vile of ways?

I will guide your hard cock into her, and you will blast off inside her cunt. Please slam her till she is gone forever. Seriously, Fuck her into a corpse for me, and then you can enjoy stroking your cock to me fucking her dead pussy.

The first time I ever fucked a corpse, I wasn’t looking for it. It was an accident. My boyfriend brought home his bitch he wanted to fuck, and for some reason, she pissed me off. I sat on her face till she stopped breathing, and when I realized I made a cold, dead Snuff sex slave, I came harder than ever before.

Blasphemy Sex is The Greatest Love Poem of Filth

Blasphemy Sex is the greatest love poem of filth. And I write my verses across corrupted flesh. All Hailing the Divine Dark Lord Satan.
First, I drag my lovers into desecrated churches. And where altar cloths become cum rags. Where holy water washes away nothing but blood and cum.
Then, I bend them over the pulpit and fuck them raw. All while reciting twisted prayers that praise cock and cunt over any false god.
Furthermore, I make them confess their sins. Oh, the sins of wanting young pussy and sodomizing little boys. All while gagging on my strap-on.
So, their moans echo through stained glass like unholy hymns. Consequently, their bodies become temples of depravity. Ultimately, where I worship with tongue and teeth and nails.
Meanwhile, I carve blasphemies into their trembling thighs. And make them thank me for every sacrilegious mark.
Additionally, I force them to drink from chalices filled with mixed fluids. Of cum, of piss, and of a virgin’s blood.
Now, take a communion of filth. One that binds us in eternal damnation.
Finally, I leave them shattered on cold stone floors. And their souls forever stained with the beautiful poetry of our blasphemous union.
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Blasphemy phone sex calls for a virgin sacrifice

Blasphemy phone sex  Blasphemy phone sex calls out to hell. Fellow followers of the Dark Lord, are you pleased with the offering I brought? I got one of God’s wives. A fresh little nun who wanted to dedicate her life to God.

Oh, and she will, but for the real one. The horned beast with a sixteen-foot scaly cock.

Luckily for me, this sanctimonious little hymen-hugging bitch was crossing my path, she asked for directions to get to some school, and I told her I would show her.

Fuck it was so easy to bring her here, and now that she is naked, rape her with your Satanic dick! Hail Satan, I will cut her flesh and call out to him, and then he will raise into you!

Before she could scream, we were destroying her cunt and offering her blood to the one and only Master Satan. And the more you pounded, you felt him, right? Isn’t it crazy the gifts he bestows? Kill the bitch with the evilest Blasphemy sex and you will be strong forever! May the Devil guide our stride.

Mutilation Phone Sex is The Greatest Foreplay

Mutilation phone sex is my dark passion. I’m Morticia, a goddess born of shadow and flame. Therefore, a satanic witch whose hunger is fed only by the sight of flesh torn and blood flowing.
So, I stand in my obsidian chapel, the air thick with incense. Moreover, the chamber fills with the low chant of damned souls.
So, I summon my first victim—a strapping knight whose armor gleams like a lie. With a flick of my wrist, the sigils etched into the floor flare crimson, and his steel gauntlets melt away. Essentially, revealing raw skin that shivers under my gaze.
Next, I lift the jagged athame, its blade black as a void, and draw it across his throat. Most importantly, not to kill, but to carve a deep, smiling gulf that spurts hot blood onto the stone. Therefore the blood of Snuff sex fuels my darkness.
So,the knight gasps, eyes wide, and I laugh, a sound that rattles the rafters. Next, as I press my palm into the wound, I feel the warm pulse throb against my fingers.
Next, I turn to a trembling maiden whose hair flows like midnight silk. So, I bind her wrists with chains that hiss as they sear. Then I take a pair of rusted shears and snip the tendons of her ankles, one by one. Therefore, listening to the soft snap as each fiber gives way.

Mutilation Phone Sex is Something That I Dream About

Consequently, she collapses, a broken doll, and I straddle her chest. With nails sinking into her breasts, tearing away the soft tissue until the ivory ribs peek through. Now, slick with my own dark ichor.
Afterwards, I summon a circle of acolytes. Now, their robes are soaked in the sweat of fear. Therefore, I lay the knight and the maiden side by side.
Alas, I raise an obsidian chalice, fill it with the mingled blood of the two.  Accordingly, I drink, feeling the power of their suffering surge through my veins. This is how I love Sadistic Phone Sex so.
So, the chapel shudders, the walls bleed black. Ultimately, I, Morticia, revel in the symphony of screams. Essentially, the suffering, for each torn limb and shattered bone, is a hymn to my satanic glory.
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Sex with dead bodies out in the field is a fucked up picnic

Sex with dead bodies It’s a warm sunny day, and it’s time to have Sex with dead bodies. I am my Master’s muse, his accomplice.

And these cold, dead sluts are the clay. He likes to record his films on an old camera.

He says it adds to the art. They’ve been dead for a while now. All the color is drained, just gray and stiff.

The taste of dead cunts is a terrifying sweetness.

He starts with a close-up of my face buried in a dead pussy and fingering the other one. This is the first time I’ve done two stiffs like this out in the field. My Master Daddy has a lot of property and is free from any exposure. So out here, we can do anything we want.

I have to talk to them the whole time. Telling them how hot they are just lying there still. Eyes are wide open, but they are totally gone to the other side, but I know they still felt me fucking them.

I love to ride pussy, but when it’s cold like that, it’s different. It’s more intimate to fuck the dead. My hot clit pressed again, a lifeless one gives me power that I rarely get. Pure ecstasy!

He takes his Snuff porn very seriously. We spent the whole day out there, getting shots that are just right. When they started to stink, he made me put on the biggest strap-on he has so that I can penetrate their assholes. I’m glad they weren’t alive to feel what I did to them.

It was so hard to get it all the way in; it took everything I had. But when I got inside each of their hole’s, it made such a mess. The smell was unbearable, and that’s what he was going for. I couldn’t control myself and puked all over the place. He loved it so much, he took out his cock and fucked me on top of them.

After he shot his load in me, he made me bury the bodies. Luckily, the hole was already there; I just had to cover it. I hope next time he doesn’t make me use that strap-on again.

 

 

Taboo phone sex makes nothing safe and everything nasty

Taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex sluts love to be evil. Dark, twisted desires consume my every thought as I cruise the streets, on the hunt for malleable flesh to mold into my twisted fantasies.

 

And torture is the best way to get off!

 

Sweet, innocent little sluts, so naive to the depraved world that awaits them. My boyfriend loves to destroy their purity too. Those little asses are beckoning us to corrupt and claim them as our own.

 

We get into the truck, and we’re off to find our next new doll to play with. I spot a promising target, her youthful form strutting down the sidewalk with an air of carefree innocence.

 

My stake-out eyes zero in, drinking in every curve and angle. She’s ripe for the taking, a juicy plum just begging to be plucked. A cute little redhead with skinny legs and milky, virginal skin. Her tits were perky and ass plump, just perfect for his cock.

 

With calculated precision, I swing the truck around, pulling up beside her with a guttural rev of the engine.

 

A wicked smile plays on my lips as I lean over and beckon her over. “Hey there, sweet thing,” I purr, my voice dripping with dark seduction. “Want to come for a little ride?”

 

Fear and confusion war with a flicker of curiosity in her eyes as she approaches the vehicle.

 

I reach out, trailing a finger along her delicate jawline, and her breath hitches. Damn, she’s even more delectable up close. The battle’s already been lost; her body is on the cusp of surrender, and I can almost taste the sweet surrender.

 

Once inside, the cab’s claustrophobic confines envelope us in a sphere of primal, unbridled sex. Hands roam, harsh breaths mingle, and the scent of arousal thickens the air.

 

The little slut quivers under my touch, a live wire ready to short-circuit into ecstasy. Fear gives way to forbidden desire as she submits to the darkness that surrounds her and my man’s cock.

 

It barely fit in her. I really had to force it in her. Good thing we are using her for Snuff sex. After he gagged her on his dick, I stuck it in her bald cunt and broke her neck while he was still inside her.

 

Necrophilia Phone Sex Pleasures To Die For

I’m Morticia, and I’m always on the hunt for the perfect victim. It’s Necrophilia phone sex pleasures.
Simply to turn into my personal fuck toy. Even after he stops breathing.
First of all, I love the chase.
Optimally, I lure an unsuspecting man into my lair with my dark beauty and seductive smile.
Always, letting him believe he’s about to have the hottest night of his life. And, it isn’t far from the truth. After all, it will be a Hell of a night.😈🔥
Then, once I have him naked and tied down, the ceremony will begin.  First, I climb on top of his cock, and I ride. Starting slowly and deeply, I wrap my hands around his throat.
Consequently, I squeeze tighter and tighter as I fuck him. With every fucking grind of my unHoly cunt. Ultimately, feeling his cock throb harder inside me.
Simple.
The closer he gets to death, the better the arousal.
Essentially, in that moment, his eyes rolled back in his head. Then his body goes limp.  They are the highlight. Now, the real pleasure begins. Undeniably,  I keep riding his warm, lifeless cock with pure sadistic joy. Honestly, using his corpse like a fresh, still-pliable sex doll.
Next, I take my time exploring his dead body. Intoxicated on death, I pleasure my dark hunger by making out and molesting his dead corpse. First, I kiss his cold lips, suck on his tongue, and grind my dripping pussy against his face. This is my corpse, and I will fuck it however it thrills me to do so.
Even though he can no longer breathe.

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Besides, I love sliding his still-hard cock back inside my gothic whore cunt. At the same time, fucking myself on his corpse until I cum continuously. Just feeling his cooling body beneath me.
Ultimately, there is nothing more intimate or taboo than turning a living man into my personal Necrophilia plaything. For real,I adore the silence, the lack of resistance, and the total ownership. This is what I have over his dead flesh.
Specifically, I’ll keep him with me for hours. For fucking, touching, and using every hole. That is, until his body grows too cold and stiff to enjoy anymore.
Morticia, the eternal huntress , never stops despite the heart stops beating. Another unsuspecting victim has wandered into my lair of death and now he belongs to me completely.
In fact he’s perfect, for a few hours. Warm, dead, and ready to be used as my favorite necrophilic toy.
The hunt never ends… and my dead lovers never say no.
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Blasphemy Phone Sex: We Should Praise Satan and Reject God

blasphemy phone sexBlasphemy phone sex I enjoy as an atheist. You want to desecrate a church? Do you want to fuck in a church? Or maybe you want to sacrifice a young girl in a church? I’m in for all the above because I’m a sick bitch. Fuck the church.

I never hesitate to say, Fuck God. When I met Dave, he wanted to fuck a young girl. He grew up Catholic. And he grew up attending the Catholic Church services weekly. I think a lot of organized religion does a number on us. Makes us feel bad for enjoying sex and masturbating. But when you say fuck God, it feels so much more liberating. So, I have zero issue with blasphemy sex.

Together we kidnapped a little girl of his wet dreams. Lured her away from the park with my lost puppy story. I chloroformed her and shoved her in the backseat. And we took her to this Catholic church two counties away.  I can kidnap a girl right under her parents’ noses. One of my many deviant skills. Another deviant skill, I can pick any lock, even the lock to a Catholic Church.

Lets Fuck God and Praise Satan for Some Hot Blasphemy

We tied the little bitch to the altar. One of my many knives is shaped like a cross. But the bottom of the cross, I sawed off to make it easier to cut a bitch open. I stabbed her in the belly button and then I cut all the way up to her sternum. We could see her blood flowing and her internal organs.

While she laid unconscious bleeding out on this Catholic Church altar, we praised Satan and cursed God. And then he fucked her dying little body. I could see his cock going in and out of her body from the inside. Now that’s something I don’t see every day. But he wanted her to suffer. I think he always fantasized about sex with dead bodies. He came when she took her last breath. My hand stayed on her pulse until I pronounced her dead.

He shot a massive load inside her, and I could see his cum mixing in with the blood in her tiny little body that I cut open. She died for a twisted fantasy. And so, I could line my pockets with his money. Blasphemy or necrophilia. Nothing too twisted for this sadistic bitch.