Snuff porn is more fun to make than to watch. I know. I watched it for years, but now I make it. It is a lucrative business. I have no conscience. I am a sociopath, which means I can kill anyone and not feel an ounce of remorse. Guilt is not something I have ever experienced. No remorse either. When Mr. D told me, he wanted an ankle biter to fuck and kill, I snatched one in plain sight. She was super young and cute. Her parental unit was flirting with some one else’s husband and scooped up her little angel. She was a little cash cow. Not only was Mr. D paying me to make snuff movies with her as the star, I would make money from my streaming clients too. He was nervous. It happens. Men who want depraved things, freak out when they finally get it. I gave him a shot of whiskey and I did it for him. Eventually men like him warm up and join the torture fun. I was fucking her baby butthole with a massive strap-on. He pulled his cock out and stroked. The more whiskey shots he did, the more courage he got. He joined in on the fun. His dick in her tiny hole was hotter to film than my strap-on. She screamed like a banshee. Screams and cries just make me wetter. Their pain my pleasure. Same for Mr. D. After he was done filling her tiny holes up with cum, we slit her throat and fucked in her blood. Normally, I don’t mix business with pleasure, but his cock was huge and killing little girls turns me on like nothing else. He came in her pussy and ass, then came in me and still had cum left to shoot in her dead body. Snuff sex is a huge aphrodisiac for people like me and Mr. D.
