Snuff phone sex babes you do not encounter often. I am sure you married some vanilla babe who wouldn’t hurt a fly. Well, never would I. But I would hurt a human. And I have many times. Although a shrink diagnosed me with an anti-social personality disorder when I was a schoolgirl, that shrink did not know half of it. I had already killed a girl in high school. My first kill too. I am a lot more than just a girl who does not play well with others.
I may not kill or even wound an animal, but I will snuff a person without a second thought. That’s because I have the killer phone sex gene. My grandfather was a sadist like me, and he helped hone my natural killer instincts. So, I stand before you now as just a girl with a passion for killing. You can either join me on a kill or be killed. Your choice.
I forced Mike to choose last night. Did he want to be my victim or my accomplice. And he chose the latter. Smart man. We met at an underground club. And we both had an immediate dislike for the same girl. She spilled a drink on me. And instead of apologizing, she went mean girl on me. But when it comes to mean girls, she was way out of her league. As for Mike, she laughed at him when he asked her to dance. She could have politely declined him, but instead she hurled insults at him.
My Passion for Killing Is Sometimes Shared
The bitch had to die. I spiked her drink while Mike distracted her again. He took one for the team because she humiliated him a second time, while I drugged her drink. Before long, Mike and I dumped her body in my trunk and drove her to my kill shack. When she woke up, she discovered we tied her up and she was not in the club anymore. Stupid cunt could not keep her mouth shut, so I shoved her panties in her mouth and put a bull gag in her mouth too.
However, Mike explored his rape phone sex fantasies before we killed her. I watched as he forced his cock in her cunt and asshole. Although Mike had never killed or force fucked a woman before, he agreed this cock teasing bitch needed to die. I gave him my knife and he plunged it into her flesh 37 times. I counted. Her blood splattered all over us. He appeared to enjoy killing her. We fed her corpse to the wildlife and cleaned up my kill shack. Another bitch bites the dust. And another killer is born.
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