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Snuff Sex with your young one

Snuff Sex on a Sunday morning does not sound too bad, fuck your daughter’s cunt daddy and fuck it good, A kinky teen freak that loves to cream on daddy’s cock, Daddy is a sick twisted pedophile that enjoys molesting both of his little ones, Snuff sex

His baby girl’s sweet pussy keeps him hard as a rock, the smell of it makes him leak precum. Daddy loves to force her to take his thick dick in all holes, smelling her arm pits as he takes her pussy. Fucking her missionary and smelling her toes drives him wild, as of lately he has been choking her while forcing her to take his cock, sometimes with his bare hand’s other times with a belt or tie, the last time he used a tie he went a little too far and she passed out. 

 He was able to bring her back, can’t say the same for his tranny daughter, Daddy was deep  in her boy pussy, big hands wrapped around her throat squeezing ever so tightly, every stroke his grip got tighter and she fought harder, which only excited daddy even more, His strong hands squeezed her larynx to the point she couldn’t breathe. 

 She fought until she had no fight left, and her body went limp in daddy’s arms. Needless to say, that didn’t stop him, he fucked her little lifeless body until he came deep inside her corpse. It’s only a matter of time before he offs his sweet youngest daughter because sex with dead bodies turn him on so much.

Snuff Sex is the Perfect Christmas Gift

snuff sexI’m all about a snuff sex Christmas. Let’s just say that I think a few folks do not deserve to be alive on Christmas Day. Perhaps you could consider me an evil Santa Claus. But in my mind, I’m helping society. I’m making the world a better place. One of my favorite things to do this time of year involves porch pirates. I’m sure you’re familiar with the term. Losers who decide to steal other people’s packages for Christmas. I consider them to be the grinches or the scrooges not me.

My local news reported a porch pirate ring, but I knew there had to be a ringleader. If I cut the head off the snake, the rest becomes useless. So, I set up a trap to be able to catch who’s pulling the strings. And the trap turned out to be easy. I just ordered myself a bunch of Amazon shit and left it on the porch. I hid my ring in a non-obvious place to be able to catch the culprit without the culprit knowing that I caught him or her on camera.

And once I caught this bitch, she became a snitch immediately. Pissed herself too, so I killed her. I got what I needed from her. And I gave the wildlife behind my house a holiday meal. Her mother-in-law turned out to be the leader. She couldn’t wait to give her up. A middle-class woman who lives in a nice neighborhood does not need to be stealing packages or running a small crew of porch pirates. She’s killing the Christmas spirit not me. So, I thought she deserved some killer phone sex.

I’m The Grinch Who Saved Christmas

I lured her way almost as easily as I did her daughter-in-law. But this bitch did not receive a quick death. She didn’t deserve it. This bitch did not need to steal other people’s presents. Plus, according to the dead daughter-in-law, she blackmailed everybody in her family into doing her dirty work. So, she deserved a slow, torturous death. And I consider that my specialty.

I’m sure that bitch and her family consider me the Grinch who stole Christmas. But everybody else knows the real Grinch was her. I carved her up like a Christmas turkey. First, I carved porch pirate across her chest, slicing off her nipples too. Then I plunged the knife into her belly button. If you do it just right, you can watch them attempt to keep their insides from spilling out of the open wound.

I made sure this bitch knew what she stood trial for. And why I prolonged her agony. Her actions had consequences. All actions have consequences. And her consequence left her gutted like a pig. I loved watching her take her final breath and every labored breath before that last one too. I may be a statistic phone sex bitch, but I’m the Grinch that saved Christmas. Just nobody will know that but us.

Killer Phone Sex because Santa Slays

Killer Phone SexI’m really getting into killer phone sex. It was bound to happen, you get tired of being the virginal Vixen Victim, all your life. I have been having this sick fantasy about Santa ever since I finished my Christmas Shopping and saw the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen. My panties were splashed with my twisted little cunnies juices.

What if Santa came down the Chimney and Fulfilled all the Rape Fantasies of girls like me? The Santa I saw was tall as fuck, and muscular and had this scary, stern and strict persona. It made me fantasize about him holding me down, and forcing my cunt open with his big ole candy cane. After he fucked me silly, he invited me to finish the night out on his sleigh, rewarding my efforts to satisfy him, by giving me an actual candy cane to suck on. I sucked it sharp and pointy.

We went from house to house force fucking little fuck sluts, and making their pussies squirt. At one house though, we ran into a snarky little bitch. You know the kind, acts like the world owes them everything. I told Santa that I wanted him to fuck her really hard, give her an attitude adjustment. He said he had a better idea, and told me that while he was fucking her, I should come up and snuff her out. The idea of it all made me so horny and excited. I thought of bashing her over the head while he fucked into her. No that wouldn’t work. Maybe I could strangle the life out of her with the Christmas lights?

…..That didn’t appeal to my Inner Christmas Killer either

Santa fucked her hard and fast, drilling his North Pole so Deep in her little complaining cunt. Fucking and fucking stead fast. Then it Dawned on me. I took my sharp candy cane from my mouth and began stabbing the shit out of her throat. That jugular was something, the way her warm red blood jutted out, and spurted all over me and Santa. I kept Stabbing almost perforating her fucking head. I think I could have pulled it from her body.

Santa came down more than the chimney that night, He also cummed in a naughty little Christmas cadaver!

Killer Phone Sex Fantasies are What Men Think About Over the Holidays

killer phone sexFor whatever reason, men look at me and think I’m perfect for killer phone sex. Perhaps it’s because I’m a druggie whore. Or maybe it’s just that I look like the sort of all American soccer mom. But don’t judge a book by its cover. Although I am a soccer mom and a suburban housewife, I harbor dark fantasies and kinky desires.

With the holidays approaching, I need more cocaine than normal to make it through my sons and their friends three wee school break. So, I planned to hoard coke or cash to buy coke with. Instead of 12 days of Christmas, it’s 12 days of Cocaine. Every day for 12 days I’m putting my life on the line with snuff sex men so I can have plenty of cocaine to get through the holidays in the new year.

And I’m already off to a rocky start. On the first day of my Christmas plan, I hooked up with my stepson. Although I consider him family because I helped raise him, he hates me. According to him, I’m nothing more than a gold-digging whore who ruined his family. But I’m OK being the evil stepmom.

Even though his father left his mother long before I ever met him, I let him treat me like shit and blame me. He always seems to have the best cocaine in town. So, I sent him a text and he took the bait.

My Stepson Loves to Abuse Me for Hours on End for a Live Audience

I showed up at his place last night as instructed prepared for a live streaming session. And I knew it would not go well for me because the holidays intensify his hate towards me. First order of business he required me to strip naked. So, I stood in front of the camera naked and vulnerable.

He put a bunch of oranges in a pillowcase and started hitting me. Fuck who knew oranges could leave such bruises on the body and fucking hurt like that. Then he made his way towards my back and my ass too. He covered me in red welts and bruised my skin almost instantly, but we just started the live stream.

I’m not sure what his drug choice is nowadays but whatever he’s on it gave him superhuman strength. He picked me up like a bowling ball and threw me across the room several times. Each time I landed with a thud it sounded like a bone crushed. Now my face matched the rest of my body. Bruised, red, and swollen. Somehow, my battered, broken body turns my stepson on. And he wanted to fuck me. On camera, of course, for his viewing audience.

I could hear the chimes of his viewing audience as he made me his ass rape porn star in front of them. He rammed his hard cock into my asshole raw. And I felt every inch rip my already damaged asshole. We clearly have a love-hate relationship. Although most times I think it’s mostly hate. But he always gives me great cocaine. I’m battered and bruised and I’m already just one day into my 12 days of Cocaine for Christmas. I hate to see what others have planned for me.

Killer phone sex by my blade makes such a mess

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex is deeply satisfying when the prey I’ve acquired for your needs squirms beneath my blade. I’ve had the pleasure of introducing many to the intoxicating thrill of knife play.

There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about the way the tip of the blade glides across delicate flesh, leaving streaks of crimson in its wake.

It’s a visual feast, a gruesome work of art. That’s why you found me, I’m sure. You are an artist as well, and meat is the canvas and your cock the primary tool of creation. Mine, of course, is my blade. The best part? The knowledge that, once the edge finds its mark, there’s no turning back. The little bitch’s blood will spill, and we will enjoy every fucking moment.

The tears only add to the excitement. If I want to draw it out, I like to play along with their pathetic attempts to get free. These helpless victims believe their groveling can sway my resolve. But once they have realized nothing they say or do will change their outcome, they tend to fall silent. So, that’s when we turn up the torture. I’ll take my biggest knife and fuck her until she is really wet for your cock. All that blood will coat your dick, and I promise, Daddy, you will love how slick it feels.

Meat is meat, and right now, devour this pretty little thing and defile every hole.

As I slice, your cock throbs at her juicy red flesh. Ready to explode in a torrent of potent semen, mixing it with her blood and tears. Oh, how delicious! The mess will be spectacular, a gory symphony of blood and lust that will leave you hard and aching for more. Trust me, baby, with me as your guide, Bloody phone sex will give ya the ride of your twisted life. 

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Let’s go On A Hunt!

Cannibalism Phone Sex

We decided to go on a little hunting trip in the dead of winter. Our victim was a blond slut young naked and terrified. She shook as we released her and told her to run. She screamed as we let her run through the cold snow covered ground. We glued bunny ears to her head and told he to run like a rabbit. We fired our arrows at her and laughed when they hit their mark her screams filled the night air so beautifully and her blood made the white snow turn pink with her blood. We were like ravenous beasts clawing away at her flesh until there was nothing bus bloody bones left in the red snow. With our bellies full of her precious meat we fucked. His cock slid into my dripping wet cunt and made me cum so hard. I loved the feeling of his heavy cock filling my pussy up and stretching me out. He filled my murder cannibal pussy with his hot creamy cum and then we went out in search of our next bunny. Like a pack of hungry wolves we always craved flesh and needed the sweetest meats to survive the long winter.

Mutilating Your Sweet Girl to Bloody Bits

Mutilation Phone SexWho is she? That Sweet Girl in your life that you want to destroy. Mutilation phone sex would be so much fun if we make her our focus. Holidays are a bitch and I have a lot of aggression I need to take out on some stupid pretty undeserving little cunt. I want to tear her to shreds and bloody stumps.

You can fuck her pretty holes, her mouth, pussy and ass. And when we run out of holes to fuck, or those get too stretched out. I can make new ones with a blade, or an icepick! I love torturing girls, they always cry, whine and scream so pretty. Oh won’t you let me go a little further? Slicing that fuck meat off, and feeding it to her will give her a whole new outlook on life, what she has of it left anyway.

Dismemberment sounds sexy to me

I really want to desecrate her though. Dismembering her, even. She deserves it. So sweet, so pretty, too perfect. You know it. I’ll lure her to a secluded place, my family owns a cabin in the mountains. No one around for miles, and my daddy keeps all kinds of pretty tools. We could Strap her to his wood laith, and then I can hold the chisel. Knocking that little cunts teeth out first so she can give you the gummiest BJ of your life!

There is just so much I wanna do. You fuck her, I’ll snuff her. Then we are bonded for life!

Bondage Phone Sex Slave Blair is Up for Auction

bondage phone sexBondage phone sex sluts never shop on Black Friday. We prefer to get high on holidays and any day. I told my husband I needed money to go shopping for Black Friday. But he knows about my cocaine use. He just doesn’t know how much I use. So, he wouldn’t give me any money. He told me I could have his credit cards to shop with, but no cash. And drug dealers don’t take credit cards. Not even nowadays. So, I had to find my money elsewhere.

I answered an ad in a paper looking for a bondage whore. I’ve been tied up plenty of times. So, I figured no big deal right. I showed up at this warehouse where the guy I spoke to on the phone told me to go. Anything down in the docks feels unsafe as well as unsavory. But when I’m desperate for cocaine money, I don’t have much choice.

Two guys greeted me at the door. One of them obscured his face with an executioner’s mask. Seeing him like that, scared the fuck out of me. And with good reason. The guy I talked to was simply the snuff porn director. The one filming it all.

The executioner guy tied me up. He set it up to look like a slave auction. The director filmed it, but it seemed more like a live stream than a snuff flick. The executioner whipped me so hard I could feel blood dripping down my back.

One of These Days I Will Die for a Fix

However, I suddenly realized this livestream was not necessarily for viewers to jack off watching. A real bidding war ensued. I tried to play dumb so that I could figure out how to get myself out of this situation. I quickly realized I would not be leaving if I didn’t get creative.

The executioner started whipping me with a variety of objects. All of them made me feel like a slave in the 1400s. And apparently the director wanted to sell me like one too. What the fuck did I get myself into? I acted like I passed out. My threshold for pain increases every year. So, I can handle flesh peeling from my body.

They thought they broke me. And at that moment they cut me down. And I ran like a bat out of hell. Barefoot, bleeding and with ripped clothes. I did not even collect my money because I knew no money existed. I fell for a scam. These men planned on selling me to the highest bidder online for God knows what.

I’m certain I just escaped a snuff phone sex death. Because whoever they sold me to would use me until they grew bored and then they would kill me. Luckily, I left my keys in the car so I could drive home and clean myself up before my husband came home. He never knows how close to death I often get because of my drug habit. But in my defense, if he would just give me money for cocaine, I would not risk my life like I do.

Cannibalism Phone Sex Provides an Amazing Thanksgiving Meal

cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex dinners we should savor. Last week I kidnapped a drunk coed I intended to kill because I found her obnoxious. But I had a change of heart. Oh, I still killed her. Just not that night. She became my Thanksgiving meal. And she will feed me through the winter months.

Girl meat tastes succulent. Very rich like duck meat or venison. But you must prepare it correctly. And a lot of time goes into the preparation. You can cook a girl a few ways. But I prefer slow roasting over an open flame. I live remotely, but I do have neighbors within a mile on every side. And girl meat as you cook creates a pungent smell. And it can carry. So, I do my best to mask that smell with pineapple and a buttery herb sauce. But burning hair smells the strongest. So, before I cook a girl, I shave her head.

Now some people who enjoy a fine dining experience like me kill their meal before they cook it. Not me. Sure, it feels like torture sex to burn over an open flame, but it makes the meat taste better and I don’t necessarily care that some drunk bitch suffers for a couple minutes. It took me a week to soften her skin with butter baths. Some people might remove the organ meat before cooking, but I like to cook it inside the body. Most of the organ meat survives the 22 hour slow roasting procedure. And it tastes just as succulent as the flesh.

Girl Meat When Prepared Properly Tastes Succulent

Once my meat is properly cooked, I eat it. But obviously I’m one person and my meat could feed an army. So, I carve up that meat after my meal. And that’s rather laborious. It takes all day. Sometimes even longer than it takes to prepare the meat, but I’m patient.

I have roughly 200 different containers to put her remaining flesh in and a few specifically for organ meat. And a big freezer in the garage to store it. I save some of the bones with meat and cartilage still on it for my dogs. And I feed the rest to the wildlife outback. Why should I be the only one who enjoys a good Thanksgiving meal.

I will admit, I outdid myself this year, and I made the smart decision keeping this girl as my Thanksgiving meal. She turned out perfectly. Flesh literally dripping off the bones as I sunk my teeth into a piece of white meat. My dogs loved the smell apparently. They gathered around me, so I shared some with them. And since I cooked the girl meat outside, I had quite the gathering of wildlife waiting for the scraps too.

It’s a sadistic phone sex bitch Thanksgiving. And I have plenty of girl meat left over. Some of it still feels warm. Would you like to break bread with me on this very special day with this very special meal?

Uninvited Perverts Assault My Holes For Thanksgiving

Home Invasion Phone Sex

It’s Just Me and My Mom This year For Thanksgiving. I often think about how easy it would be to break into our House. Home Invasion Phone Sex has me in a chokehold. Something so sinister about intruding in someone’s home, and then intruding in their face and fuck holes. I want to watch my mother get fucked hard like a meat puppet.

Perverts Fuck our Holes

I’ve found myself fantasizing about it. All it would take was1 man or maybe 2. My mother and I would be at their mercies. It’s no secret, I would love to watch my mother play a part in my twisted little rape fantasies. I don’t know why the thought of my mother screaming and begging for her life, makes my primo little poontang gush and leak.

It’s so hot to think about being manhandled, and forced like little fuck sluts. I know my pussy can take a pounding. But my mother is so meek mannered and, dare I say it- a fuckin prude. I don’t know if her gash can take a lickin and keep on tickin. I want a huge hung guy to force fuck her on out Thanksgiving Day Dinner, that she worked so hard to make perfect.

Sadistic Slut wants to watch mommy Fucked

Fuck us side by side. Assaulting her holes, and mine. You get to fuck me and the pussy I came from. That’s a little filthy, isn’t it? Oooo Maybe you could hold a knife, or a gun to our heads, Make us beg for our lives. Squeal scream and cry! Rowdy Cock Parade of the evil origins and I want me and mom on the lead fucking float. Destroy our Cunts, and Finish us off! Faster than you could ever polish off a piece of sweet pumpkin pie