Make me your next victim. X marks the spot. Take the knife out and plunge it straight into my chest while you ram your cock into my cunt. I’ve been begging to be your next victim in all of my murder phone sex fantasies. I watch the way you grabbed the last girl we played with. Pressing the knife to her neck and making her suck your cock while she cried and begged for us to leave her alone. My cunt was soaking wet. I wanted to be her. I want you to force your cock down my throat while tears streak down my face.
It didn’t help when you cut her clothes off and dragged the knife up and down her body. Making tiny cuts in her smooth skin. The blood leaking while I licked it up. I loved hearing her scream. I want to scream too. I want to feel your cock and your knife inside of me. You make torture sex look so fucking sexy. Make me beg for my life and then end me like she did. Cut me deep. Carve your name into my chest. And then take that knife and force it through my heart. I want to take my last breaths while you fill me with your cum.