Killer phone sex is what I do best. I am a sick bitch trapped inside a 5’2 115lb body. Do not let my size fool you. I am a mean and sadistic bitch. I am stronger than I look. Men always underestimate me and that never goes well for them. I was in a murderous mood earlier in week. It does not take much to set me off honestly. This guy was out of his league hitting on me. Some nerdy white boy loser with a fetish for Goth girls. I see it all the time at the Goth and Steam Punk bars I frequent. This guy, however, was someone I knew. Not personally but I knew of him. I have long wanted to kill him, or at least give him a healthy dose of castration phone sex. He is a guy who put up revenge porn on a few girls who dissed him. He is a hacker. He never dated these women because they had higher standards. He just hacked their phones and found pictures to use. This was over ten years ago. He put them up on that now defunct site Is Anyone Up? It got pulled because consent was rarely given for the photos used. I never knew this guy but several women I know all had awful experiences with him, some even when they were just young teen girls. This guy was a pervert, a predator and a loser. And he walked right into my hands and underestimated my powers. I played drunk because that is what he wanted. Predators always go after the drunk chicks. Easy prey to them. But he was the easy prey, not me. Alone, in his apartment, I cut off his cock. I was going to just make him a eunuch, but he had rape fantasies he was trying to explore with me. Nope. He did not think I would have a sharp knife tied to my thigh. I grabbed it and sliced his cock off before his pathetic short stack could worm its way inside my pussy. He bled a lot. Cried a lot too. He deserved it though. This was torture sex karma. Not only is karma a bitch, but I am too. Never underestimate me.
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