Snuff phone sex is my wheelhouse guys. I am not girlfriend material. I do not want a phone boyfriend and I do not want a real boyfriend either. I have this friend. Sure, we hook up every now and again after watching some violent porn that got us hot and bothered. We have a shared affinity for watching young girls get brutalized by cocks and knives. But I have been clear from the start I will never marry and that I do not want a white picket fence and brats running around. I thought he was like me. Earlier in the week he professed his undying love for me and said we should get married. I laughed. I thought it was some sort of belated April Fool’s joke. He thought I was his soul mate. So, I had to kill him. Now, I am not so heartless as just to kill a man because he fell in love with me. I killed him because he somehow thought he could make me his ass rape porn bitch. Not in my lifetime. It kind of hurt to kill him. I thought we had a good thing going. Watch snuff flicks, kill together and occasionally fuck. Nope. He had to ruin it by trying to turn me into his bitch. I am no one’s bitch. Never. Not for any reason at all. I have killed every man who has ever tried to fuck me with out consent. Billy was my ride or die. My partner in crime and I still killed him without blinking an eye when he attacked me in my own house. I hate to kill where I sleep but this was self-defense. Maybe the castration phone sex was not self-defense. I did cut off his penis and fed it to my Mastiff pup for shits and giggles. His dick did not make it into my ass like he wanted, but it did make its way into my pup’s mouth for dinner. I guess now, I need a new ride or die. Is that you?
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