I knew from the way he looked at me that he was pure evil, the epitome of evil phone sex. Still, I knew he had the good drugs and I couldn’t resist. He watched me warily as I approached him in the parking lot. He was an unattractive man with a reputation as having a huge cock and lots of money. “Excuse me, sir. I’m looking for something special to help me celebrate tonight.” His gold grille flashed as his evil mind ticked. “Please step inside of my limo and let’s talk.” But I was so naive. As soon as I sat down, I felt his hands around my throat. “Damn trashy drug whore. Why you bother me?” he hissed.He flicked his knife out and cut my bra, exposing my huge tits. “Nasty.” he grumbled as he slashed his blade across them. The blood spurted all over his pretty limo. This really enraged him and he let loose with a barrage of punches. My neck snapped back with the impact as my nose shattered and my eye sockets crunched. I felt a tooth fall into my cleavage. He pulled out his cock and began to jerk it, obviously pleased with the damage he had done. ” Here’s your something special, whore.” He motioned to two of his men. “Give her a double and dump her.” I saw the flash of a needle as something was injected into my neck. I began to foam at the mouth as they shoved me from the limo. I landed right in the middle of hell in the homeless district as the dirty bums surrounded me with grins on their faces. Out of my good eye I saw cocks being pulled out as I lost consciousness. The coma took me before I knew how many men were to violate my half dead carcass that night, spewing diseased cum into my drug ravaged body. Such is the life of a druggie slut.
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