You have just entered your death sentence. Hitting on two sadistic bitches. Thing is Mutilation phone sex is our drug. You have absolutely no fucking idea what you just signed up for. Yeah, you think interfering in our heated debate to buy us drinks is a winning move, dipshit? Why because you have a fucking prick? Automatically we are supposed to be melting for your generosity in serving up your entitled act of buying us fucking drinks. What, do we look poor or desperate? Oh, wait two females in a bar drinking with the accompaniment of a man must mean we are interested and lonely.
Well fast forward mother fucker. You are now in the sleazy hotel room around the corner. You are a fucking outside and this is our fucking turf, bitch. You really still are completely unaware. SO you just got really lucky didn’t you? A 2 girl phone sex fantasy of many losers. You are now living it. We seduce you to strip. We giggle and pretend to be interested as we do lines and kiss on you. Ivy and I are smiling at each other and it’s not over getting to have you. No fucking way. It’s over us getting to share you in a way you would never agree to.
If you want the details on how we will mutilate your pathetic prick, that will cost you. This isn’t a free for all bitch.