Snuff Phone Sex: You Are My Victim or Accomplice

snuff phone sexI do snuff phone sex. You are my victim or my accomplice. I do not do the GFE experience. I am not your mommy. I am not your bitch. I am not your wife or girlfriend. If you need to ask what snuff is, then you are on the wrong page. I am not the kind of girl who likes baby talk, romantic gestures or anything associated with coupling, LOL. I met this cool Goth boy recently. He has a sick mind like me. I thought, why not. I thought he was a dark Marilyn Manson sort of guy. The kind of guy to keep some cock teasing twat caged in the basement. I agreed to go out with him. I thought a Goth boy would get me, you know? I told him my rules, and he shared is. We were on the same page. We watched some snuff porn and plotted the murder of some vacuous coed. Midway through, he grabbed my hand and called me baby. I flew into a rage and killed him. I normally do not kill in a rage like that. Here is what happened. He started with the romantic talk, and I put on a strapon to fuck his ass. I am all Alpha Bitch, men. Take heed.  I forced him on all fours with my knife to his jugular. I was not putting up with his bullshit. I thought I could fuck him into submission. He loved it. He was cumming almost as soon as I shoved the dildo in his loser ass. I started to realize he played me. I hate being played. I cut off his balls as I fucked his ass. That shut his mouth. He was bleeding all over my couch and floor. Time to burn the couch. He was still enjoying the torture sex, however. I had to kill him. No way he could enjoy anything I was doing if he was dead. I already had blood everywhere, so why not kill him.  I had to burn my couch with him bleeding out on it. I think I just need to give up on men.

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