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Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!

Knife play phone sex

Knife play phone sex gets my pussy soaking wet!  I know you’re probably salivating at the thought of getting your hands on me, but let me tell you, I am not your typical slut. I love it rough, I love it dirty, and I love it dangerous. 

There’s just something about the feeling of cold steel against my skin that gets me dripping wet. Go ahead, take that sharp blade and run it down my body. From the top of my head, all the way down to my toes. I want to feel every inch of it on my skin. And when you reach my pussy, I want you to press it against my clit and watch as I writhe in pleasure. Trust me, this little slut can handle it.

But that’s not all, baby. We can take it to the next level and indulge in some medical fetish phone sex. I’m talking about playing doctor and patient, but with a twist. I’ll be your willing patient while you, my twisted doctor, perform all sorts of kinky procedures on me. I’ll be your canvas, your playground, your willing victim. Your cock will take my temperature deep in my ass!

 I know it may sound sick and twisted to some, but to me, it’s the ultimate rush. The thought of being taken away by someone’s hands, to be used and disposed of like a piece of trash, it just gets my pussy pulsing. And who better to fulfill this fantasy than a dirty little snuff slut like me?

So come on, baby, give me a call and let’s indulge in our deepest, darkest and most depraved desires. I promise to be your willing accomplice in any sick and twisted scenario you can think of. I’ll be your dirty little plaything, your living sex doll, your ultimate fantasy. And together, we can explore the depths of our twisted minds and make all our wildest dreams come true. Are you ready to get dirty with me? Dial my number and let’s get down and dirty.

 

Goth teen phone sex slut single-handedly annihilates niggers

Goth teen phone sexHer Murder phone sex Fantasies trigger me! We smoke meth and hunt niggers all night long… I always dress up very slutty for her and we take on the night together. A pair of thigh-high leather platform studded mules, a micro mini leather skirt, and a leather biker jacket with nothing but a tube top to wrap around my barely legal tits are what I wear to lure in every worthless low-down Nigger we can come across. My Bleached blonde hair never fails to get every nigger in town dropping to their knees hoping to get a taste of my powerful white pussy. Of course, that is something a low-down nigger will never get!

Sometimes they have to learn the hard way… recently we caged a bunch of niggers in the basement and tortured them for hours.  A fire pit for pigs is where their evening was spent in flames. We fogged up the dungeon with meth smoke and enjoyed the sounds of their excruciating screams. He calls me for Accomplice phone sex, not to hear someone sit there and breathe… He loves hearing all the cruel filthy shit that my sick mind can come up with!

He just got a new firearm that has a laser beam and it was so much fun placing a red dot on the middle of those worthless black niggers foreheads and hearing them plead for dear life while I used them for target practice. After I knocked them down one by one, I jumped up and down on their filthy black skin, repeatedly puncturing them with my stiletto. A spool of blood formed beneath their nigger bodies and splattered all over my powder-soft white skin, bleach-blonde hair, and teeth as I laugh hysterically.

I am his Goth teen phone sex slut he calls me Crystal short for methamphetamine. I will soon be your addiction. Welcome to H E L L !

Medical fetish phone sex let’s play doctor together.

Medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex let’s play doctor together. Preforming surgery. Holding life in our hands. Between you and me, doctor, nurse, we can cause a lot of damage. All those scalpels. Drugs. Now that is a good one. Obviously we do not want to give them too many for that would deaden the pain. Do not want them to not feel anything. At the same time we will keep those tranquilizers for us to enjoy while we are playing with the patient.

In this case the patient screaming is going to get me wet. Dig the scalpel in a little deeper. Just like that. You are the doctor and I am the accomplice phone sex advisor. Telling you what to do, when to do it. At the same time playing with you cock and guiding your hand. Admit it. I am the best partner in crime you could ask for.

Sooner or later the pain is going to cause them to pass out. That is when we will give them a little morphine. Play god. Choosing life and death. To the end. Getting off at the same time. Fucking on the table that they are strapped down on. Making them watch. All things considered nurse riding doctor is sure to jar the victim hence causing even more pain.

Making it really evil phone sex but orgasmic at the same time. Cum all over the place. In the end the torture is to die for. Maybe. We are the medical professionals after all.

Layla is the Perfect Victim of Home Invasion Phone Sex

I’m Terrified of Home Invasion Phone Sex

Violent home invasion phone sex is haunting my dreams. I wake up in a cold sweat, naked and bruised. My tits, ass, and stomach are sore and raw. Panic sets in before I slowly try to remember what’s happening. I realize there is a chain around my ankle. The door to the basement I was locked in flies open, light flooding in behind a menacing figure. I suddenly remembered what happened. You broke into my home and held me at gun point. You stripped my clothes off of me and forced me to serve your cock. Then you beat me and locked me here in my basement.

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Bloody Phone Sex Whore Bleeds for Torture Sex

I’m now nothing more than a bloody phone sex toy for you to force your dick in whenever you please. Today you’ve gotten bored of beating me up and force fucking my holes. You have the perfect idea to torture your broken play thing. As you get closer I can see the light reflect off of something in your hand. A knife? No, it couldn’t be…right? Once you’re right in front of me, there’s no denying it, it’s a kitchen knife, and it’s sharp. You who’s off the blade and then shove it deep into my slutty titmeat. My ribs crack and my screams echo in the basement. 

You dig out a chunk of my flesh and rub it on your cock like the sick bastard you are. You coat your cock in my blood to use as lube to force-fuck my bruised pussy. With every thrust I get another stab wound. In my tits, stomach and thighs. I’m barely hanging on. The pain and blood loss are making me faint. And once you’re ready to shoot your load deep in my womb, you finish the deed, slitting my throat and snuffing me out as you pump me full of jizz. I’m just another victim of your sick torture sex. 

Murder phone sex Fantasies have me squirting

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies have a certain allure that I never have been able to resist!  I have indulged in my darkest fantasies and love every minute of it. I’m addicted to the thrill and the money it brings. I just can’t get enough. I’m never satisfied, I’m always looking for new and more ways to push the boundaries. I’m addicted to the thrill of danger and excitement.

It’s my accomplice snuff whore lifestyle and I love every fucking second of it. As you know My faith is alternative and I gladly work the holidays to find the most fucked up men cumming for extreme dark fansties! This time of year brings out the men who love strangling sweet family members. It’s just raw data baby! Most of my men pay for my bills by cutting up and killing the brats and wives, or girlfriends as we jack off! 

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Bloody phone sex has me fucking my tight bald cunt so hard on a ten-inch dildo! Pretending your fucking me as my hands wrap around a bitches neck until she snaps like a live chicken! Now those were some fun days on the farm! Let me take my brass knuckles and knock her around as we get the garrote and pull it tight! What her wiggle and bleed out for us! Fuck me so hard that I scream into the void of evil!  This is the way I get my kicks and I’m not ashamed of it. I’m willing to pay the price for the pleasure I get. After all, I’m a sucker for a good adrenaline rush. Strangulation phone sex has my cunny throbbing with your beating off!

Use Knife Play Phone Sex to Snuff This Slut

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I love feeling the knife cutting into my caramel skin. That’s why I love knife play phone sex. Nothing makes my cunt more wet then being tied up to a bed and feeling a sharp cold blade threatening to cut me. Push the knife against my neck and ask me if I want to die. One wrong slice and my head could be hanging detached from my neck. And my blood would be gushing from my throat and drowning me. But then I would die too quick. You want to watch me scream in pain as you cut up my soft flesh.

Snuff Me With Knife Play Phone Sex

Start with cutting my tits. Slap them. Squeeze them. And then dig your knife into my left tit. Cut deeper. Not hard enough to puncture my lung but enough to hit one of my ribs. Then take your cock and stab that into my pussy too. Listen to the way I scream from the torture sex. I’m your pathetic victim. I can’t do anything except scream and beg for my life. The knife in my chest is just another hand hold so that you can force fuck my pussy. My tits and stomach are covered in blood. 

Take the knife out and watch the geyser of blood fly into the air. Then stab me again. Stab my chest over and over again. The way I scream and bleed just makes that evil cock pulse. Smelling and tasting my blood on your knife and seeing the way I twitch every time you push that your cock inside of me. The blood has started to leak into my lungs. And your cock is ready to shoot it’s load inside of me. Cum from this bloody phone sex and listen to my death rattle. Then drag that blood soaked knife across my jugular and finally snuff me.

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Intensify Over the Holidays

murder phone sex fantasiesMurder phone sex fantasies intensify over the holidays. Although I am filled with rage most days, I do tend to become more violent over all the fucktards who want to ruin my Christmas spirit. Despite my persona I am not Grinch at Christmas time. I have almost as much Christmas spirit as a normal person does.

Okay maybe not even as close as the normal person. But I have some holiday cheer. And there are too many people who enjoy ruining the holiday spirit for me and others. Even brats can suck the Christmas spirit out of anyone. I went to the mall the other day not to kill anyone. I was not hunting my next prey. But I found my next prey, nonetheless. You would have enjoyed being with me. I know you likely would love to kill some spoiled brat and explore your rape phone sex fantasies.

I saw this young teen girl milking men for money with fabrications at the mall. This was not some poor girl like she was telling men. Begging for money to get something to eat like she was some homeless person. I saw this cunt get dropped off in a BMW SUV. Then I watched her ditch her high-end designer clothes and put on something more basic. A young scammer does not deserve to live. Don’t you agree.

Tis the Season To Kill and Force Fuck Brats

The brat was not even out of high school yet. And likely no where close to graduating. But already milking men for money. I offered her $500 to come with me for a modeling shoot. And I showed compassion and belief in her sob story. I gave her the money in my car. But I got it back though. We drove to my kill shack where she thought she would get her photo taken. Instead, I punched her in her face, and tied her up.

Where to begin with this tender piece of fuck meat? Taking advantage of people’s compassion during the holidays is sinful. Money is tight for many folks, and here was some rich princess pretending she was homeless for money. I stabbed her in her bellybutton a few times just to watch her bleed. I used a lot of force and ended up pinning her to the floor with the knife. She squirmed like a squashed bug. My knife went straight through her. So, her blood leaked out from two holes.

I really wish you had been with me to fuck her as she slowly bled out. But since you could not enjoy her tight cunt, I fisted it for you. Snuff porn may not be the way most people get find their Christmas cheer, but it did the trick for me. Once less scam princess out there to milk men of their hard-earned money. However, I know there are more cunts just like her. And we should find one to kill together.

Cheap Little Nasty Whore!!!

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Murder phone sex Fantasies to be thankful for

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies To be thankful for! Death, destruction, murder all the sweet Felling of Thanksgiving. A time when my men can connect to that colonizer side of them and revel in the blood stained past.

Ready to be a big strong strapping pilgrim and get yourself buried in some Cheerokee young taint? By now we all know just how Young Pocahontas was, correct? John White definitely took note of her young Princess body! He came and conquered and came some more. All that killing must have woke up many long pig cravings Young pussy and fresh meat roasted on the fire is the perfect place setting for me!

Murder phone sex Fantasies Thanksgiving 

Some Cannibalism phone sex traditions are worth keeping! For instance, spit roasting a succulent carcass of your enemies! Or a little fat piggy daughter or wife, your choice really. I’m just here to help weave you cannibalistic murder dreams. I really think I could survive on scraps of human flesh and cum if I really had to. Thanksgiving is a time of year to indulge yourself. Cannibalism and murder are soem of my very favoirte scenes as we get you off. 

 I’m here to make all your fantasies come true. I’m your bloodthirsty accomplice, here to fulfill all your darkest desires. Let’s make this Thanksgiving one to remember! Taboo phone sex Turkey day Treats for my snuff men are always so hot!

Murder phone sex Fantasies make Marley so hot!

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies make Marley so hot now! I never thought I could love anything like this. My Master was a cruel and sinister man who scared me in ways I never thought possible. He trained me to feel pleasure in ways I had never imagined. He quietly manipulated my mind and body to accept the unthinkable. I guess he thought it was his personal mission to redefine what was “acceptable” and “normal”. Now the new normal is the feeling of ice cold skin in between my legs, the vacant stare while I ride the meat. When my Master started training me to engage in Necrophilia phone sex, I was repulsed by the thought. How could anyone enjoy something so grotesque and twisted? But what choice did I have? My Master was a very powerful man, and I had no power to resist his wishes.

At first, the thought of touching and being intimate with dead bodies terrified me. It felt unnatural and perverse. But, I soon began to find pleasure in this new lifestyle. It was like my Master had unlocked something deep within me, something that was hidden and rarely made itself known. I wanted to please him and so I did.

As I began to explore more deeply, I started to see beauty in the macabre. I felt a strange, dark connection to death as I craved further the pleasure my Master offered me with the dead. I began to understand why the act of necrophilia enticed and excited me.

Sometimes I dread what I’m becoming. I question my sanity and my sense of morality. When my Master looks at me with those icy blue eyes, I can almost feel evil radiating from them. What would he do, I sometimes wonder, if I no longer pleased him? What kind of monster has he created? But I know I must stay dutiful, for the pleasure and safety of both of us and enjoy Sex with dead bodies.