Snuff phone sex is the bulk of my calls. Guys love to abuse this red-headed milf. I am willing. Normally, I am too fucked up to give consent, but no is not something I say much. Some young boys from the neighborhood asked me if I wanted to party with them the other night. I thought maybe they needed me to buy them some booze. They were all young enough to be my sons. Apparently, they had all heard the rumors about me. Some of those rumors had some truth to them, and others were straight out of a fiction novel, but I enjoyed being part of the local folklore. The boys thought I starred in real life snuff movies. I had to explain to them that if I had, I would not be drinking with them right now. Sometimes, I wished I was dead because of the torture I have endured, but I have more than 9 lives clearly. We were getting high and drinking beer by a bonfire, when one teen boy got up and punched me. Sucker punched me. I never saw it coming. I thought these were just normal horny teen boys who needed an adult to buy them beer. They did need me to buy them beer, but they were a far cry from normal boys. These were violent boys who went Clockwork Orange on me out of nowhere. I fell backyards from the punch, landing in the dirt and the rest of them started kicking me while I was down. Some boy stomped on my head a few times until I was seeing stars and hearing a deafening ringing in my ears. While I was curled up in a ball on the dirt, they ripped my clothes off and showed me their violent rape phone sex fantasies. Young schoolboys just like my sons. But these boys had your dark desires. All night they fucked my pussy and my ass. They pissed on me. They beat me. They laughed at me. When they left, one of them said, maybe I would finally live up to my reputation as a snuff queen.
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