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Snuff Sex So Many Men Seem Deserving of These Days

snuff sexSome people seem more deserving of snuff sex than others. And I know I’m not a highly moral person. And by that I just mean, the people I kill maybe the average person would never murder. I used to suffer from an impulse disorder. If somebody pissed me off, I usually killed them on the spot. But that’s how you get caught. And my grandpa helped me with my impulse issues. Turned me into a highly skilled assassin essentially.

Now if somebody pisses me off, I don’t kill them. Well, I don’t kill them immediately. I let my anger fester for them, and I plot their demise so that I can get away with their murder. Few people have killed as many people as me. Now some of my kills I will admit men paid me. A sort of killer phone sex babe for hire sort of thing. But I’m being truthful. I’ve killed a lot more people for sport and revenge than I have for pay.

Charlie died last night. But only after 48 hours of torture. Don’t feel sorry for Charlie, he deserved it. A brat predator. He’s on that brat registry. I know I don’t really care that much about what men do to little girls because they just grow up to be bitches anyway for the most part. But this guy tried to force fuck a friend of mine’s baby sister. When she told me the details, I decided to plot Charlie’s cock and ball mutilation and death.

Men Rarely Ever Meet a Sicker Bitch Than Me

He spent 48 hours tied up in my basement to my castration chair. First thing I did was put hat pins in his worthless dick and balls. I guess, I used about 100 hat pins on his disgusting dick and balls. After that, I shaved the skin off his cock and balls with a razor blade. Very fine skin shavings and then I poured a bottle of alcohol on him. Not sure I ever heard a man scream like that before. But he deserved it for all the pain he’s inflicted on little girls over the years.

I didn’t just mutilate his junk either. But I also carved off his nipples. I burned his flesh. And I shoved a broken beer bottles up his asshole shredding him from the inside out. Castration turned out to be the least of his concerns. I mutilated and mangled his body. And I caused so much intense pain that he almost died of a heart attack. But I didn’t want him dying of natural causes. So eventually, I sliced open his femoral artery and watched him bleed out. I did that last act of torture sex outside in the wild so that the animals would smell the blood and eat him alive.

I’m a sick bitch. You don’t want to cross me either because I just get sicker with age. Don’t mess with me. Don’t mess with my friends. And don’t mess with any of my friends’ loved ones either. Or you might die even a more heinous death than Charlie.

Sadistic Phone Sex Is the Best For Dark Fantasies

I’m Morticia, and I collect broken souls for my Sadistic phone sex rituals. Essentially, the huntress searching her prey, I spot the cocky asshole of the night, and move in.  
First, I press my body against his and take my need. Now I slide my hand down his pants and wrap my cold fingers around his thickening cock.
Then I viciously squeeze, digging my nails into the sensitive underside. All while I stroke him with cruel, twisting jerks until tears of pain sting his eyes and his knees buckle.
Without a word, I drag him into the gloomy back hallway. Then I slam him against the cold wall and yank his pants open. His cock springs out. I spit on it, rake my nails down the shaft hard enough to leave red welts, then hike my leather skirt up.
Obviously, I am not wearing panties, as I never do when I hunt.  Effectively, I impale myself on his bleeding penis in one savage thrust.
Ultimately, forcing every thick inch into my tight demonic cunt.
Now fully entranced by my blasphemous will, I ride him like a demon in heat. Moreover, I take him with brutal force, penetrative need. With that thick, hard, and bleeding cock in my Demonic whore cunt until he really whimpers.

Sadistic Phone Sex For My Ritual Sacrifice

Now, my pussy clenches his fuck stick, milking him mercilessly. All while I grind my clit against his base. At which moment, I pin his wrists above his head.
Then I sink my nails deep into his chest, carving fresh bloody lines. As his blood wells up, I smear it across his skin, drawing an inverted pentagram over his heart.
All while I chant low and dark: “In the name of Satan, I claim this soul. Lucifer, witness your whore defiling your enemy’s creation. Let every thrust bind him to the Pit. Let his god watch and weep.”
Now, I ride faster, my soaked cunt creaming down his shaft while I laugh at his suffering. He throbs desperately, pleading for release with his eyes.
But, of course, I deny him completely.
When my own orgasm finally explodes within my body, I throw my head back and scream the final words of the ritual: “By blood and cunt I bind you to Hell forever!”
Finally, my demonic pussy spasms violently around his tortured cock, flooding him with my hot juices. All while I keep riding through every savage wave. Ultimately, using his pain to fuel my pleasure until I’m completely satisfied.
Only then do I climb off. Consequently, his cock is purple, throbbing, bloodied, and completely denied. The pentagram on his chest glows subtly with infernal light as his soul cracks and begins its fall.
Sadistic Phone Sex

Killer phone sex with my knife and your big fat dick

Killer phone sexKiller phone sex, there are no limits. I have plenty of dark desires. But what constantly swirls in my twisted mind is fresh prey. Each innocent face is a canvas awaiting the macabre masterpiece I’ll paint with blood and lust.

Little bald pussies so good you want to devour!

I have a collection of blades, but my favorite is my twelve-inch hunting knife. It’s such a rush to penetrate the little cunts with it. I love the sound of the blood gushing out of their little fuck holes.

Blood is a great lubricant; it’s so warm when you slide in, and the stickiness makes the friction so good. Your cock in a tight, bloody pussy will make great footage. We are going to have fun making Snuff movies.

I want the last thing these little bitches feel is getting double dicked by you and my knife. We can do anything we want to these little brats. Each stroke of the blade, each thrust of the dick, will be choreographed to maximize the shock value, the horror, the sheer ecstasy of their depraved escapades.

 

Bloody phone sex, because a bitch is better off

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex girls deserve to suffer. I know I do. I’ve been made to do all sorts of horrible things, and I could have said no and turned into a dead whore, but I want to live.

So I have to help my Master Daddy with his business and needs.

He made me pick the next victims.

I guess I harbor some Mom hate. Mine never cared for me. She was too busy being a crack whore and eventually left me to that crazy family.

When they sold me to Master Daddy, I thought I was done for, but he saw potential in me, and ever since, I do everything I can to make him proud.

I remember the look in their eyes when I pulled them into the dark, dank room. Fear, confusion, and a hint of revulsion at the sight of my Master Daddy, naked, besides wearing a leather mask, and the cameras behind him.

I found these bitches at some lame sip-and-paint event. I pretended I got in a fight with my boyfriend and needed a ride.

These women were in their late forties. They were Florida moms on a girl trip and had big fake tits. They were perfect for his Snuff porn.

He helped me rip off their clothes and made them incapacitated. They didn’t squirm too much because he beat their heads in. He gave me the knives, and the cameras were rolling, and I went into a frenzy.

He started fucking them, and I plunged the blade into their guts once he swapped cunts. I got the timing right, and it was successful.

Dick goes out, knife goes in. I think the best shot was when they both started making gurgling sounds while I was riding one of Mommy’s faces, and he filled the other’s throat with cum.

Suffocation Phone Sex Took Me Out

Suffocation phone sexSuffocation phone sex cost me my life, a night of rough sex left me sore bruised and lifeless, I met a guy on a dating app, he seemed so sweet, we had so much in common, we linked up a few days later. 

I went to his place dressed in a sexy black catsuit, with thigh high boots to match, a pretty red gstring and matching bra underneath. 

When he opened the door, he took me in his arms immediately, kissing me softly his big strong hands roaming my soft body, undressing me as I feel that hard cock pressed in my belly. 

Leading me to the bedroom, naked and soaking wet, he pushes me down on the bed, chaining my arms and legs in one swift motion. 

Feeling a bit nervous as he just stares at my naked body, nipple clamps placed on my full breast, and clit. 

Then in an instant he snapped, started calling me all kinds of slut’s whores and tramps. 

He climbed on top of me, shoving his massive thirteen-inch cock in my ass, no lube all cock, screams leaving my throat raw, thrusting deep inside my cunt. 

Sliding a satin tie with a noose around my neck, squeezing it tight until the room goes dark. 

Necrophilia Phone Sex Pleasures To Die For

I’m Morticia, and I’m always on the hunt for the perfect victim. It’s Necrophilia phone sex pleasures.
Simply to turn into my personal fuck toy. Even after he stops breathing.
First of all, I love the chase.
Optimally, I lure an unsuspecting man into my lair with my dark beauty and seductive smile.
Always, letting him believe he’s about to have the hottest night of his life. And, it isn’t far from the truth. After all, it will be a Hell of a night.😈🔥
Then, once I have him naked and tied down, the ceremony will begin.  First, I climb on top of his cock, and I ride. Starting slowly and deeply, I wrap my hands around his throat.
Consequently, I squeeze tighter and tighter as I fuck him. With every fucking grind of my unHoly cunt. Ultimately, feeling his cock throb harder inside me.
Simple.
The closer he gets to death, the better the arousal.
Essentially, in that moment, his eyes rolled back in his head. Then his body goes limp.  They are the highlight. Now, the real pleasure begins. Undeniably,  I keep riding his warm, lifeless cock with pure sadistic joy. Honestly, using his corpse like a fresh, still-pliable sex doll.
Next, I take my time exploring his dead body. Intoxicated on death, I pleasure my dark hunger by making out and molesting his dead corpse. First, I kiss his cold lips, suck on his tongue, and grind my dripping pussy against his face. This is my corpse, and I will fuck it however it thrills me to do so.
Even though he can no longer breathe.

My Personal Necrophilia Phone Sex Play Thing

Besides, I love sliding his still-hard cock back inside my gothic whore cunt. At the same time, fucking myself on his corpse until I cum continuously. Just feeling his cooling body beneath me.
Ultimately, there is nothing more intimate or taboo than turning a living man into my personal Necrophilia plaything. For real,I adore the silence, the lack of resistance, and the total ownership. This is what I have over his dead flesh.
Specifically, I’ll keep him with me for hours. For fucking, touching, and using every hole. That is, until his body grows too cold and stiff to enjoy anymore.
Morticia, the eternal huntress , never stops despite the heart stops beating. Another unsuspecting victim has wandered into my lair of death and now he belongs to me completely.
In fact he’s perfect, for a few hours. Warm, dead, and ready to be used as my favorite necrophilic toy.
The hunt never ends… and my dead lovers never say no.
Necrophilia Phone Sex

Sex With Dead Bodies Gets Me Wet

Sex with dead bodies has always been an interest of mine, I have always wondered what it would be like to watch the life leave a whore with a hard cock inside her. 

Today I had the pleasure of watching life leave some little nameless sluts’ eyes as she bounced on a big hard cock. 

It was, three of them and each time was better than the other, the youngest one fell instantly from a shot to the face, she bounced one last time and fell off that big dick. 

The oldest one shook and convulsed because I shot her in the side first, she stayed on that dick a min or so just shaking like a leaf and gurgling blood, the guy she was fucking got a little mad because her movements were too rough. 

He shoved her off and said take her out of her misery and I did with a shot to the right temple, watch her soul leave her body, made me really wet too. 

That middle one fought to the end she rode that big dick like a wild bull, bucking and bouncing, she was fucking that cock good, so good he made me wait to off the bitch.  

That made me so angry, I waited long enough, firing my gun into the back of her head watching the bullet come out of her eye and into his! Two birds with one bullet! 

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Are Remarkably The Best

Your perfect plastic bimbo doll fuck hole, Geneva, has a love for Rape Phone Sex Fantasies. In fact, nothing makes my tight little cunt throb harder than with a heavy dose of sadistic mutilation of my whore body.

First of all, I love it when you tell me exactly how you’re going to take me. Essentially, you describe breaking into my apartment at night. While I am asleep in my bed,and pinning my bimbo body down. This rude awakening causes me to try screaming and fight. But we both know that is useless.

Then you rip my tiny panties off and force your cock inside my dripping pussy. Ultimately, fucking me without mercy.

Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Excite Me

After that, the real fun begins. Moreover, I beg you to destroy me, punch me, beat me, and ruin me.

Consequently, you wrap your hands around my slender neck and start squeezing while you pound me senseless.

Essentially, I gasp and whimper as my vision starts to blur. This makes my fake tits wildly bounce with every brutal thrust.

Plus, I moan like the sadistic little whore I am when you tell me you’re going to cut me. And my cunt begins to gush.

Next, you pull out a sharp knife and press the cold blade against my soft skin.

With a shudder and goose bumps, I am ecstatic. Therefore, while you’re still balls-deep in my cunt, you start carving pretty red lines across my belly and tits.

Now, I scream in pain and pleasure as blood trickles down my body, mixing with my juices. Obviously, I cum hard the moment you slice deeper, my pussy clenching around your cock while I beg.

However, I am not begging you to stop. Nope, I am begging you to keep hurting me.

Ultimately, the fantasy always ends the same way. You choke me harder, fuck me faster. With the ultimate finale.

This is when you slowly drag the blade across my throat while you dump a fat load in my dying pussy.

In the end, it’s my eyes rolling back in my head and my dying body convulsing around that cock that excites you.

All while you keep using my corpse like a warm fuck hole.

Mutilation Phone Sex is my calling, and I live to be ended, over and over again. This is what a real bimbo like me lives for.

Rape phone sex fantasies

Taboo Phone Sex Mommy is Her Son’s Cash Cow

taboo phone sexWhen my son comes to visit his taboo phone sex mommy and cash cow, I know I will get the best cocaine. However, I will suffer for it. But family takes care of family. I wore a short skirt, maybe with a 3-inch hem, and it showed off my prolapse because it hung down below the skirt.

And I also wore a tube top. And my duck lips, I accentuated with red lipstick. Plus, I put on other pancake makeup. My huge cock pillows appeared on display in that tube top. If you looked at me from the front, you could see my meat curtains hanging down too. As I stood in front of my son, I felt happy to see him and a little scared too.

I saw the camera equipment, and I knew we were doing a live stream again. That’s our thing. But my boy loves me even if he beats me beautiful sometimes. He told me my fan base wanted a cunt busting. And then he immediately kicked me in the cunt. I heard the chimes come in. He kicked me again and lifted me off the ground. For a moment, I felt like a soccer ball being kicked in the air. But at least I landed in front of the bowl of cocaine.

I am My Son’s Cash Cow

Before we ever start a snuff porn session, my son always gets me high. It dulls the pain. See I told you he loves me. I snorted cocaine as he continued to kick my empty cavern. My old barren womb. It’s like the Grand Canyon now. He started fisting my cunt that pushed me forward until I hit the wall. While elbow deep inside of my barren womb, he started punching my cunt from the outside. More chimes poured in as my son continued to beat me beautiful.

He gave me a few punches to the face and eyes. And of course, my mouth, because I forgot to take my dentures out again. Once my teeth flew out of my mouth, my son replaced my dentures with his cock and his balls. However, he kept punching the side of my face as I sucked his cock. He lit this old bitch up. But I could hear the dings, so I knew my fan base enjoyed the session.

Eventually, he pushed me down to the ground and kicked my prolapse which he calls his cock sleeve. He started punching my prolapse like a boxer punches one of those hanging boxing bags. When he started talking about my fourth hole I knew I needed more cocaine. That’s my urethra. And when he starts playing with that, I know I won’t pee without pain for weeks.

Even Though My Son Turns Me Black and Blue, I Know He Loves Me

With no lube and no warning, he put a little cocaine on my pee hole and then stuffed his cock in it. He pissed into my bladder. While he fucked my fourth hole, he continued to beat me beautiful. I might need some more work done on my face from the plastic surgeon after this session. I could barely see out of my eyes, but my sniffer worked, thankfully.

Our streaming sessions seem to cater to guys with a rape phone sex fantasies for their own mother. But you can’t force fuck the willing. And I’m always willing to be his cash cow. He let me put my face back in the bowl of cocaine, but he dragged me by my tits around the floor.

Eventually he tied my ankles to my head, exposing my pussy, my ass, and my pee hole. And he even put a rope around my throat as his skull fucked me. He would punch me and choke me at the same time as he fucked me. But he wasn’t fucking my pussy. He fucked my pee hole. Mommy’s only tight hole.

My Son Always Makes a Ton of Money Beating Me Beautiful

Tied up to a fuck bench with my legs pushed under me, my prolapse hung out like a punching bag. When he pulled his dick out of my pee hole, he played whack a mole with my prolapse and the head of his dick. He joked about the fact that he could not even push my prolapse back in with his big dick. The chimes rolled in meaning my fan base loved this show. I have no dignity. I’ll do anything for cocaine. I even let my son beat me beautiful and humiliate me on camera.

He made me suck his dick after fucking my prolapse. My prolapsed asshole serves as his cock sleeve. But he wanted to cum in my pee hole. So, he pulled out of my ass and made me clean his dick off with my mouth. Then he fucked my pee hole and dumped a ton of cum in my bladder. He joked that he gave me a bladder enema. By the time our live stream concluded, I started turning black, blue and purple. My cunt and my face look like Mike Tyson beat me up. Every joint hurts still four days later.

But I’m not complaining. He gave me great cocaine. He loves me. Sometimes mommy needs to violent makeover.

Face fucking Torture sex destroys me completely

Torture sexBeing a Torture sex slave is my destiny. My master bought me from this crazy family, and I thought my life would get a little better, but it’s been hard to stay alive.

As long as I listen to what he wants and proactively understand his needs, I can stay around for a little bit longer.

But he loves to hurt me. I think it’s because he knows I try very hard to impress him, and even if I do everything right, I still get punished.

He loves to abuse my throat.

His favorite pastime is to wrestle his throbbing cock down my throat, violating my mouth ruthlessly. He feasts on destroying my gag reflex, reveling in my painful gags as he impales my esophagus on his massive shaft.

Lately, he’s been obsessing and told me he wants to tear out my teeth, leaving me a gaping, gum-jawed receptacle for his pleasure.

It’s so scary when he’s violently pounding my face into his cock and whispering how he will pull out each tooth, one by one.

He says he loves the exquisite agony of it all! The meaty slap of his hips against my face was a symphony of brutality.

Snot and drool fly, mixing with his musky arousal as I struggle to breathe through my nostrils, my windpipe constricting with each thrust. But it’s never enough.

He makes my throat constrict in a way that I puke all over his cock and balls. I have to suck up every drop of it, until I’m left retching, a thin, acidic thread connecting my lips to his mean throbbing cock.

And still, when he cums, his cruelty is far from over. He holds my head in place to make sure I get all the remnants of his climax.

Then he broaches the threat once more – to yank out my teeth, to reduce my face to a mere collection of glistening, empty gums. I hope he doesn’t go through with his threat. I don’t want to be a toothless Snuff sex slave.