Snuff sex is the only kind I have because I am no one’s girlfriend. I don’t do lovey dovey bullshit. I told this guy repeatedly that I was not interested. He thought I would be the prefect girlfriend. He learned the hard way I was serious. After 2 hours of his incessant pushing for a date, I let him think I caved. I let him think I would go home with him and fuck. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I don’t fuck annoying losers. When he got naked, I laughed. He had a micro penis. I figured he did. He was shocked that I was laughing. He was even more shocked when I pulled out my knife. He never saw that coming despite my appearance. I don’t look like a girlfriend. I look like a psycho goth killer. He said, “Baby, lets talk this over.” I am no one’s baby. Never will be. I cut off his dick. Normally, I might just castrate, but his dick was nothing more than a mushroom. All head and a short stubby steam. He didn’t need it, except maybe to pee. But that stub was not bringing pleasure to any girl and I doubt even himself. I pinned him against the wall and took his cock and his balls. Because he was so tiny, his cock and balls came off together with one swipe of the blade. He did make a mess. He shit and pissed himself before he passed out. I was shocked how quickly he went down. Hit the grown like a sack of potatoes. Hit his head, convulsed and passed out. He stole my thunder. I wanted to make a snuff porn with him. I wanted to film me mutilating his worthless sex organs, but he passed out from the shock, hit his head and technically killed himself. That just means I sill have a hunger to satisfy.
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