Category: Snuff phone sex

Shredded cuntie piss test on my face, brutal golden showers

Taboo phone sex

You’re a sadistic fuck. Perfect for my liking. The type of man that my mommy whored me to at such a young age. I was a little naughty shit that learned to endure and love the pain. So try me, look me right in the eyes and give me that dirty red look of blood anger and rage.

I look like such an adorable sweet thing don’t I? Cute blonde with a popping ass and great tits, you’d never know that I crave brutal raw beatings that leave me questioning life itself.

I love getting bent, and not just doggie, but grab me by my throat. Squeeze till I’m barely breathing and spread my legs by slapping the shit outa my ass. Shove your fingers inside my ass as your big burly danger dick shreds my creamy tight little bald cuntie. I’m throbbing and pulsating as you ram so hard, smashing my face into the wall. Demean me, make me feel like a pathetic worthless non dick worthy whore as you fuck the ever living shit outa me.

My snatch skin ripping and tearing apart. Fecal creamy goey cum running out of me, turn me the hell on. The more you choke me and cuss me out, the more I spew all over your dirty fucking dick.

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Pull out and make me taste it before you fill my insides. Make me pull on your balls so tight they turn bright red. I’ve gotta good grip on those dingleberries making them blue as you fill my cheeks with your meat.  “Turn the fuck over bitch” as you nut deep in my little torn pink pussy.

I’m screaming and creaming with fucking joy as you got another grip on my hair. “A bitch like you deserve to be pissed on” as your cum dripping cock hangs over my face. I deserve this, I crave this, playing with fire makes my itty bitty kitty squirt.

Demand that I open my mouth as you piss all over my face. Covering my body from head to toe, a demon filled golden shower to clean all the hell off of me.

Torture Sex Leads To My Ultimate, Devastating Bliss

First off, I crave the edge where pain twists into ecstasy. Ultimately, Torture sex is the greatest. With my body begging for torture that pushes me to the brink.

Tonight, in this shadowed room, my lover binds my wrists above my head with rough rope. In fact, the fibers bite into my skin as he tightens the knots.

Then he circles me like a predator, his eyes dark with hunger. Like a good whore, I arch my back, offering my naked form—breasts heaving, nipples already hard peaks aching for his touch.

Ultimately, he starts slow, trailing a leather whip across my thighs, then cracks it against my ass, the sting exploding like fire. Of course, I gasp, pussy clenching with wet need, juices dripping down my inner legs. But I still need more, ‘More,’ I whisper, my masochistic core throbbing.

Torture Sex is What I Crave

Undeniably, he obliges, lashing my back, each strike reddening my flesh, drawing thin lines of blood that trickle warm. Now, pain surges through me. However, it fuels my Snuff sex desires. With the heat building between my legs, I grind my hips against nothing, desperate for friction.

Next, he drops the whip and grabs my throat. With fingers digging into my windpipe, he laughs. Essentially, strangulation grips me, air cut off as he squeezes, my vision blurring at the edges.

Instinctively, I buck against him, lungs burning, but my clit pulses wildly. Finally, he forces two fingers into my soaking pussy, thrusting hard while choking me tighter.

Moreover, stars burst behind my eyes; asphyxiation heightens every sensation. Bringing my pussy clamping down on his invading digits as orgasm builds in suffocating waves.

‘You’re mine to break,’ he growls, releasing just enough for a ragged breath. Once that little bit of air is gasped in my lungs, he slams his cock into me.

Effectively, he pounds relentlessly, hand back on my neck, cutting off my air again. After all, strangulation phone sex is what I crave.

Now, I convulse, body on fire, the taboo thrill of snuff play making me wetter. Then he strangles harder, my face purpling, pussy spasming around his thick shaft as I cum violently. Ultimately, squirting over his balls. But he doesn’t stop. Simultaneously fucking through my blackout haze, until he floods me with hot seed. Now my final gasps,  a symphony of dark fantasies bliss.

Torture Sex

In this fantasy, death dances close, but release pulls me back—addicted to the torture that makes me alive.

Snuff Phone Sex Calls Often Involve Torture Too for Me

snuff phone sexI enjoy snuff phone sex calls. As a sexy accomplice and switch, sometimes I’m in charge of the killing. And it feels good to be the queen when that happens. I did a favor for a fellow stripper last night. And I did this gig for free. Hos before bros and all. She has an ex-boyfriend problem. An abusive piece of shit with a restraining order against him. However, that never stops him.

But I knew I could stop him. I could stop him permanently. And I sexually mutilated his junk along the way. I talked with my friend, and we set a honey trap. I let him think that I gave him the address of his ex-girlfriend. But it was my address. And she laid in wait as I did with knives hidden everywhere for our safety. When he arrived, he seemed shocked to see me. But then my fellow stripper, the object of his desire, came out from the bedroom.

We started kissing, making him horny and jealous. But that was part of our plan. Much easier to castrate a stiff dick than a limp one. And he deserved castration phone sex, maybe more than anybody I ever castrated before. Some men think they’re entitled to pussy. And some men think they own women. So, I enjoy giving men a wakeup call.

Men Do Not Get Away With Harassing My Friends

When I kissed him, I slipped a cock ring on to help keep him erect. He never saw me coming. I think he felt too horny to care about anything else than my hand on his dick. But the next thing he felt on his dick was a cool steel blade.

Sure, I could’ve gone for the nuts immediately. However, I wanted to savior the torture. So, I sliced the tip of his dick off instead. This guy would not survive the night anyway. I could slice and dice his junk all I wanted. He would never use it again. And he will never stalk or harass another woman again.

We spent a few hours slicing little parts of his dick off like we were cutting those little hotdog dogs and putting them into the baked beans. I said that my friend thought maybe we could feed the severed parts of his dick to my dogs. And my pups love hot dogs. Seeing the expression on this guy ‘s face as my dogs ate part of his dick turned me on. I can be a sick bitch when I want.

I Enjoy Castrating Men who Think They Own Women

Eventually, we grew tired of him and the torture sex of his junk. So, she took him out of his misery. With my hands on his throat, I squeezed as tightly as I could. His ex-girlfriend, my friend, sat on his face to smother him. We felt him take his last breath. And she helped me dismember him. We made a mess. But I watch enough movies. So, I knew I needed a tarp and a cadaver saw. And an interesting thing, once a person’s dead the blood doesn’t spill out their bodies like you would think.

We put his severed limbs into this big bag. And we buried them in the woods in different places. Chances of anybody finding all of him seemed slim to us. But he will never harass another one of my friends. Or any women for that matter. And don’t think for a second I won’t neuter you either if you get out of line. Castration is not just for stalkers.

Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.

 

Evil phone sex fun with a twisted whore

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My caller just caught his daughter rubbing her pussy and watching porn.

He had some insane, dark thoughts when he learned how horny his young brat was.

We explored his evil phone sex fantasy of going into her room, catching and punishing her.

He stroked his big daddy dick while we talked about hearing her little moans echoing down the hallway late at night.

Her daddy told me to snatch the door open and punish that little girl for being such a whore.

When we found her spread open and rubbing her pussy, her Daddy’s cock got rock hard.

He was equally disgusted and turned on and I think that’s what fueled his rage against her.

His dick pulsed in his hand as he watched me beat the shit out of her. I held her hair and punched into her pretty, little face until it was all swollen and lumpy. Blood poured from her mouth in a continuous, stringy drip.

I wanted to punish her by holding my taser to her cunt and zapping her until her clit sizzled.

Daddy jerked his cock to this idea and asked what other fucked up torture methods I had in mind. That’s when we put the little whore on her hands and knees.

 I let her Daddy fuck her mouth while I fisted into her asshole.

Punching as hard as I could, I forced my arm into her ass all the way up to my elbow.

I could feel the clenching of her muscles around my arm as her body wretched from gagging.

Her Daddy pounded his dick into her face causing her to choke on her own vomit.

While he kept fucking her mouth and watching her face turn all blue and purple, I was ripping her ass and pussy wide open.

The cum he shot in her throat bubbled out through her nose and spewed out around the base of his dick.

He was finished fucking her but I was far from finished torturing her. I left her alive but fucked up enough that we will eventually have to snuff her out.

 

Bloody phone sex, because a bitch is better off

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex girls deserve to suffer. I know I do. I’ve been made to do all sorts of horrible things, and I could have said no and turned into a dead whore, but I want to live.

So I have to help my Master Daddy with his business and needs.

He made me pick the next victims.

I guess I harbor some Mom hate. Mine never cared for me. She was too busy being a crack whore and eventually left me to that crazy family.

When they sold me to Master Daddy, I thought I was done for, but he saw potential in me, and ever since, I do everything I can to make him proud.

I remember the look in their eyes when I pulled them into the dark, dank room. Fear, confusion, and a hint of revulsion at the sight of my Master Daddy, naked, besides wearing a leather mask, and the cameras behind him.

I found these bitches at some lame sip-and-paint event. I pretended I got in a fight with my boyfriend and needed a ride.

These women were in their late forties. They were Florida moms on a girl trip and had big fake tits. They were perfect for his Snuff porn.

He helped me rip off their clothes and made them incapacitated. They didn’t squirm too much because he beat their heads in. He gave me the knives, and the cameras were rolling, and I went into a frenzy.

He started fucking them, and I plunged the blade into their guts once he swapped cunts. I got the timing right, and it was successful.

Dick goes out, knife goes in. I think the best shot was when they both started making gurgling sounds while I was riding one of Mommy’s faces, and he filled the other’s throat with cum.

You came to devour and show my daddy my dead meat

Kidnapping phone sex

At cheer practice I noticed you watching me, staring out through the bushes while I was jumping high, flipping and dancing. My snow white bubble butt popping as high as your demented bulge. Jerking your shaft, your moans echoing through out the school yard while we practiced. Sent by my daddy himself you had a nasty plan to take me out, rip me apart and show my daddy my shredded meat stack after you were threw with me.

Stalking me in the parking lot you finally grabbed me on my way to the locker room. Still in my uniform you pinned me against the back wall, ripping my little skirt and pulling my hair,  With one hand on my neck you unzipped your pants, pushed my little panties to the side and took your rape fantasies out on me. I couldn’t scream with your gag, your fat nubby beer can cock ripping up my insides. This all brining me back to when daddy would do me the same every night, turning me on my stomach and thrusting his meat up my ass, shoving my face into the pillow so mommy wouldn’t wake.

I prefer this kind of fucking, it’s what I’m used to, even better that daddy sent you to crumble my little milky cookie. With my head bleeding and beaten against the wall, my skirt up to my stomach, my uniform covered and soaked you brutally blasted me.

Beaten and bloody, hot tight cooter leaking fecal cum down my legs.

Bondage phone sex

Balls smacking against my ass while your digging for gold deep, cock tip hitting my stomach, telling me over and over “shut the fuck up bitch!”. Each spank and slap I start to quiver and shake pushing my tiny pocket soiled in bloody cum cooter into you.

With my team now watching me get humiliated by my daddy’s buddy in the back they began to laugh and point, playing with their clammy soiled twitching twats wishing they were the one’s getting bent. Exploding deep in my little cervix leaving me tight up, bloody and barely breathing.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Feed My Obsession

Rape phone sex fantasies are the ones that make me cum hardest.
First of all, I love the raw brutality of it.
When you describe forcing me down, ripping off my clothes, and shoving yourself inside me while I fight and scream, I get instantly wet.
Moreover, I get off on the helplessness — the feeling of being overpowered, used, and violated with zero mercy.
Consequently, when we take it further into Snuff phone sex, the pleasure becomes even darker and more intense.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are My Pleasure

After that, I beg you to describe how you’re going to kill me. With your hand on my mouth and a knife to my throat. Truth is, I want to hear every sadistic detail: how you choke me, how my blood trickles from the first cut.
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While my body convulses around your cock. Tell me how my eyes roll back as the life drains out of me.
Next comes the Bloody phone sex that pushes me over the edge.
Ultimately, I moan like a whore when you tell me you’re going to cut me. In fact, while you fuck me and slice into my flesh. Devastatingly slicing my soft skin, watching bright red blood run down my bare tits. And how it mixes with my juices and your cum.
Plus, the idea of you fucking my dying body, covered in my own blood, is so fucking arousing I can barely speak.
So yeah, rape, snuff, and bloody phone sex are my ultimate triggers. The darker and more violent the fantasy gets. Makes me wetter and more desperate. Truth be known, I crave the terror, the pain, the finality. All while you have your cock pounding me and ultimately destroy me.
I’m the girl who gets off hardest when you describe how you will snuff me. It’s the fantasy raping me, snuffing me, and leaving me in a bloody, broken mess.
If you want to explore these depraved fantasies with someone who truly gets soaked by them, call me.

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.

My Personal Necrophilia Phone Sex Play Thing

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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Accomplice Phone Sex Gets Rena Wet and Ready

I may be a victim but what I am best at is Accomplice Phone Sex. I learned from being used and abused from a young age that guys cocks get extra hard for that young pussy. And I aim to please. I am here to please men in any way necessary! If that means I fill some young pussy up with guys hard cocks and facilitate that happening, so be it. I may just take it to the extreme because after we use a young slut, I am craving on getting you the next one.

I find them at places like the park which i so cliche but it’s easy to tell the parents that aren’t paying attention.  And before they know it, little Susie Q is in back of my trunk headed over to lose her virginiity to my man.

Oh the look on your face when a new young body is tied up in your bed when you come home from work.  Her eyes swollen from the tears and her holes already used and prepped for your cock by me.  She’s red all over from the beatings. I mean I need these little young whores to get in line so I may go a bit crazy sometimes but it makes my pussy wet.

You are there without a doubt for it all. You cock pulsating harder than normal. You like to fuck a lot but something you still need that I can’t give you with my adult of age body. Thats a not of age pussy like the sluts I bring you to shove your cock into those slut holes

You ready to use some young ones with me? Nothing too extreme over here. After all, I am a snuff phone sex lover for a reason!accomplice phone sex