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Sasha attempted to hide her bruises from me. She acted sheepish too. I knew something tragic just happened to her. One good deed deserves another, right? I got the name of her boyfriend out of her. Although, it was not easy for her to tell me his name. Not because she loves him, but because she fears him. I assured her that he would never hurt her again. Her eyes became large and inquisitive. She wanted to know what I had planned for him.
I told Sasha to drive me to his place. Snuff porn music played in my head as I plotted what to do to her boyfriend. Men have tried to lay hands on me before. I killed each one, but not before I mutilated their sex organs. I was not sure Sasha could handle my plans, so I had her stay in the car. When, I approached his door, I knocked on the door, then pushed my way inside. He thought I was Sasha’s sister. Perhaps, I let him believe that. In that moment, I was her sister. Hos, before bros.
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I tied the loser up. Not before I stripped his clothes off though. Sasha entered the house when I had a knife to his balls. I thought she would try to stop me. However, that is not what happened. She begged to be the one to cut off his balls. How could I deny her? She deserved the chance. Revenge is sweet. So, is finding a hot accomplice into castration phone sex.
Sasha chopped her boyfriend’s balls off with one motion of the wrist. She pulled his balls off with a hard twist, tossed them to the floor and danced on his severed testicles. Brutal does not describe it. Perhaps, brutal, hot and sexy describes what I witnessed best. My pussy started dripping at the cruelty and glee she showed her abusive boyfriend. No hesitation in her. The mousey girl I met on the road when I had a flat tire no longer exists. In that moment, a sick bitch was born. Although, I think that side existed inside her before me. I just helped her reach her full potential. Can I help you reach your full potential too?