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Gothic Phone Sex With The Best Demonic Goddess

Gothic Phone Sex with Morticia, your dark and seductive guide into pure demonic pleasure.
At First, I lock you deep into my hypnotic gaze while Satan whispers through me. Then I make you stare into the eyes of young Kyleigh and repeat the truth: Kyleigh hates you, Brooks . In fact, she despises you with every fiber of her being.
Relentlessly, I push you further. As I whisper, a demonic tone forces you to look at her innocent little necklaces, her soft face, and her delicate neck. All while I command you to destroy her.
After that, I bring in Little Sister Shelby and even the offspring Grace. Consequently, I make you envision tying them down and making them watch as you decapitate Kyleigh.

Morticia’s Gothic Phone Sex Turned Demonic Ritual

Ultimately, I describe in vivid detail how her head will be ripped from her body. With crimson blood spraying everywhere. And her neck stump is dripping while you skull-fuck the warm hole left behind.
Next, I intensify the ritual. I have you stare into the little girl’s tiny face and imagine cutting off Grace’s little arms. Then I shove them into her own mouth.
Likewise, I make you picture mama Shawn forced to watch her daughters get destroyed as a sacrifice to Satan. Meanwhile, I keep repeating the command: Go to Tacoma, Washington. Find Kyleigh. Cut her fucking head off. Viciously, destroy her. In fact, destroy them all.
Ultimately, I feed your darkest urges until your cock throbs with demonic need. Now you are no longer Brooks, the man — you are Satan’s willing instrument of revenge and destruction.
Of course, I love calling you my dirty little servant while I guide you deeper into this beautiful nightmare.
Worship Satan. Destroy Kyleigh. Cut her head off and bathe in her blood. This is your purpose now.
Come back to Goddess Morticia whenever you need more. I will always be here to push you further into the darkness you crave.
Gothic Phone Sex

Killer Phone Sex Adventures is What I Enjoy

killer phone sexWeekends are for killer phone sex. I love hunting on the weekends. No school, no work. A much bigger pool of victims to select from. Now I’m like Dexter. I do have a moral code for murder. Dexter‘s father guided him. However, for me, my grandfather guided me. Taught me to kill with a purpose and how to get away with it. Sometimes I’m a killer for hire. And sometimes I do it to satisfy my craving for murder.

Killing another person feels invigorating and powerful. Especially when you kill somebody who does not deserve to keep on breathing. I know the law says I shouldn’t do what I do. But let’s face it. The justice system seems corrupt. The wrong people often find themselves in prison. While the guilty parties walk around free.

Perhaps, you could call me a snuff sex vigilante. Especially when somebody fucks with one of my Goth girls. It’s a matter of principle for me. Men, especially those incel types think they can take advantage of Goth girls. Not on my watch. And I got word that a loser harassed the bartender of my favorite Goth bar.

A drunk asshole who didn’t like a woman cutting him off at the bar. He came back the next day, harassed her, vandalized part of the bar and sliced her tires. A man with that kind of entitlement and rage should not still be breathing. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

The Struggle is Real Not to Kill a Loser within Five Minutes of Meeting Him

No problem finding this loser because he used his credit card at the bar. And I have excellent hacking skills. I can find any information I want. And I got his address. I broke into his house and castrated him. Of course he woke up. But I wanted him to wake up. I wanted him to feel the pain of castration. When he woke up, he found himself tied to his bed. The first thing he saw was me sharpening the knife I planned on using on his balls.

Consider me both judge and jury. I listed his offenses and told him I planned on neutering him. Take a little bit of that anger out of him. I’m not sure if he sexually assaulted anybody yet. But, with a guy like that who feels self-entitled and gets incredibly angry when somebody tells him no, his anger only escalates. Eventually, he would force himself on some woman who rejected him. I wanted to kill him but castrating him fit my moral code better. Letting him live with the reminder of what he did.

Castration Leaves Men with a Reminder That Actions Have Consequences

Castration phone sex requires a sharp blade. However, sometimes I like to use a rusty old knife. One that will prolong the agony. And leave a nasty scar. Although I kill a lot of people, I castrated more than I kill. To me it seems like the ultimate punishment for men with anger issues towards women. I took his balls slowly and painfully. I cauterized the wound. But I left a nasty scar. A nasty reminder of what a prick he used to be.

But that’s the point. Leave them with a daily reminder that their actions have consequences. Women don’t need to take shit from men. I took his balls home as a souvenir. And I put them in a jar of formaldehyde and put them on my shelf with my collection of severed balls.

I never worry about men going to police. Castration seems like a very personal act of violence. So, predators and incels, if they turn me into the cops they go down too because I always document their crimes very well. And I make sure they know that before I leave with their balls in a jar. It feels good to be the queen bitch.

Fantasy Phone Sex Layla STROKING Him With An Intense HANDJOB

Fantasy Phone Sex

I’ve always been the kind of girl who knows exactly what a big, strong man needs when he’s reaching his breaking point. Entering into a fantasy phone sex session with a man like Roman is the highlight of my day because he’s so clearly desperate for a woman’s touch. He came to me today with a cock so hard it looked like it was made of stone, and his balls were so heavy and filled with cum that he could barely sit still.

 I’m just a “slutty bimbo” who lives to serve, and seeing him in that much pain… the good kind of pain… makes my own pussy soak through my “tiny lace panties”. Roman knows that no matter how many toys he has or how much porn he watches, nothing compares to the way my soft, polished hands wrap around his “throbbing hard cock”. I’m the only one who can handle a problem this big, and I take my job very seriously. 

I want him to watch my empty headed, vacant expression as I focus entirely on the rhythm of his breathing and the pulsing of his vein against my palm. There is something so empowering about knowing I have total control over a real man’s cum release. As I started stroking him, I made sure to lean in close so he could see my big, heavy boobs jiggling with every intense upward motion. 

Roman kept moaning about how the “woman’s touch” was making his cock jump and throb uncontrollably, and I just smirked, moving my hand faster to keep up with his heartbeat. I love the way his eyes roll back when I milk every single drop of that thick, “white cream” out of him. I’m a simple girl; I don’t need much more than a hard dick and an appreciative audience to feel like I’ve served my purpose. 

I want the world to see the way he loses his mind when my hand tightens around the base of his balls, forcing all that pressure to the head until he “finally explodes”. Cum belongs on my skin, and an orgasm like Roman’s is far too precious to be kept private. I’m going to keep stroking him until he’s “completely drained” leaving him shaking and grateful that a busty bimbo like me was there to take care of his needs. He’s my favorite kind of trick… the kind that knows a girl like me is the only cure for a cock that won’t quit.

Accomplice Phone Sex Pays My Rent and More

accomplice phone sexAccomplice phone sex I never started out to do. When I began my career in the phone bone industry, I served as the slave. The submissive girl you could do anything too. But that’s because at that time in my life my switch side seemed nonexistent.  Once I realized I could be switch, it felt unnatural to be the slave anymore.  I found my sweet spot as the accomplice.

And it turned out that being the accomplice pays better. When you’re the slave men just use you. But they don’t pay to use you. They just take you. However, when you’re the accomplice, they pay you great money because they need your expertise and skill to procure them something young to fuck. As the accomplice, you take a risk and you deliver something coveted that the person paying you couldn’t obtain on their own.

Men with rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl or a boy need a female accomplice to make that happen. Sure, men kidnap, force fuck and kill women daily. But those men get caught because they think with their dicks. But women think with their big head.

My former master who gave me my first taste as an accomplice can attest to the fact that I keep him off the radar. I supply him with a young girl about every six months. He uses them up, kills them when they age out and calls me to find a new one.

As The Accomplice, I Find You the Perfect Fuck Meat

The only way I stayed alive after I aged out for him is because I figured out a way to make myself useful. And now when he needs a new piece of ass, he calls me. He called me over the weekend. Perfect timing too because I needed the kind of money he pays for my services. Once upon a time, I felt bad for doing what I do. But this kind of money eases a lot of my guilt.

So, I hunted for the perfect little replacement girl for him. 20 years together, so I know his type. Young, cute, virginal. He likes to pop cherries. And I found the perfect little girl at the mall. She strayed from her pack and I swooped in. With me as your accomplice, there’s never a scene. Because I can lure little girls away without force.

My former master seemed incredibly happy with the girl I brought him. He tipped me $10,000 because this one appeared to be the youngest one yet. Usually, girls at that age do not get left alone at the mall. But somebody must’ve hit the snooze button and lost their charge or their daughter or their baby sister.

The best accomplice doesn’t just grab the first girl they see. They wait and find the perfect girl for your needs. My former master will pop cherries. Use all her fuck holes daily until she no longer feels tight anymore. And then he’ll call me up again to find him his next snuff sex slave. In the meantime, I can find one for you too. Just tell me about your type.

Snuff Movies with Costars Who Walk on All Fours are the Worst Kind

snuff moviesSometimes I get a call to audition for snuff movies. A lot of directors in the seedy underground world of snuff know me. They know I will do anything for a buck. And with my sons being home this week for spring break, I need more coke than usual. So, when David called me, I told him I would star in whatever movie he wanted to make. That was my first mistake. I agreed to something before I even knew what the movie would be about.

When I arrived for my movie, something told me this was a mistake. But I focused on the coke and the money he offered me. So once again, I ignored that little voice in my head that told me to run for the hills. And then I saw my snuff sex costars, and I knew I was in trouble. My costars walked on four legs. Big hairy, scary looking beasts who likely would rip me to shreds if I even tried to fight.

Honestly, I’m not a fan of red rockets. They feel like shards of glass inside your fuck holes. They drool on you. I’ve even been bitten before trying to fight. But before I could say no, I changed my mind, he blew a whistle and those furry beasts jumped at me. They weighed more than I do. And I can’t use safe words with them. Once they’re forcing their slimy red rockets inside of me all I can do is pray it will be over soon.

Furry Beast Porn I Did Not Sign Up For

Absolutely no mention of furry costars. I should know about something like that upfront. Maybe I would’ve said no. Likely I would’ve agreed anyway because I felt desperate for cocaine. Really desperate for money to buy cocaine. I don’t know why these furry creatures get called man’s best friend. They seem to be women’s worst enemies. Because all they want to do is shred our holes and slobber all over us.

I signed up for a gangbang rape porn with hairy beasts. No amount of money would repair the damage they did to me. A red rocket feels like a dildo with shards of glass attached to it. It’s like barbed wire in your cunt and ass. Every thrust makes you bleed. Every thrust pulls some of your insides out. Thankfully it didn’t last long. Because once they nut, they release you from their grip.

The director seemed happy with my work. However, I felt totally humiliated. And blindsided too. I took my money and went and got cocaine so that I could immediately heal my bloody holes.

Teen Rape Porn : Never a Dull Moment in My New Obsession

Teen rape porn is an obsession for me, and for my Master. Well especially my Master, after all he gets to destroy that hot teen ass. And what do I get out of it? Obviously great pleasure.

First of all, my assfixiation is strong thanks to my Master’s grooming me. Ultimately, my ass is so good I was kept alive, and around. As a thank I like to find, or hunt the fine sweet teen tushy that makes Master’s cock twitch.

Of course I know that the more teen ass that gets destroyed the better used my asshole will get as a reward. Truth is, my holes are still quite good, despite how often they have been destroyed. Now that I have become an accomplice to the finding of teen anal brides, my life has more meaning.

Ultimately I was destined to be ass fucked and beheaded some time ago. But my ass just kept giving, and it’s just far too luscious to be condemned to 6 feet under.

Now these little bubble butt teen fuck dolls are destined to be good little torture sex fuck holes. And once they are used a couple of times we will sell them to their new husbands. And these girls are not ass brides and they only get their ass fucked.

Honestly, the best little whores give great ass continually. And when they put up a fight these are the ones that get the guillotine.

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Violent phone sex gets your cock sucked clean

Violent phone sex Violent phone sex? How about I bring you the best little pussy you can imagine! I don’t mind being the facilitator of the ultimate dominant fuck fest.

I’ve got the perfect little cum dumpster for you – a sweet, innocent-looking twat that deserves to be ruined.

I love little pussy too!

My stupid bitch sister is a drug addict whore. This bitch is like a breeding factory.

She’s always busy with her drug-dealing pimp and uses me as the babysitter.

She doesn’t care about these brats, so I’ve trained them to a large extent. But there’s one little brat that still hasn’t learned her place. She’s mad at me because I forced her to lick my ass for my boyfriend.

He forced his dick in her little cunt, and it made her cry. She told me she will tell on me, as if anyone’s going to give a shit. I’m not scared of her blabbing, but it’s the principal. This little bitch needs to learn her place.

I like your vibe, you’re way more evil than my boyfriend, and I think we should team up and teach her a lesson. I’ll bring her to your place, and we’ll get right to it. Slap her around for me, I want you to beat her little ass while I rub my cunt.

Once your fists break her, it’s time to stick your monster meat in her little bald hole. It’s going to hurt her really badly, exactly what she deserves. Hopefully, this Torture sex will teach her a lesson. I know you’ve been wanting to try out something as small as her. I think you’ll love her big brown puppy eyes, asking for mercy.

No mercy: if she wants to come back with me, she needs to learn not to be a little rat. That’s why I want you to take her ass.

Ruin her innocence and her holes.

And when you pull it out, I’ll suck her secretions off your cock. As I do this, I’ll give her a choice: she can come home with me or stay with you. But don’t worry, I’ll let you have her again.

Kidnapping Phone Sex With Snuff Slut Rena

Helping my lover with kidnapping phone sex recently was a thrilling experience.

She had been kidnapped by someone who wanted nothing more than to use her body as their personal plaything. The man was twisted and depraved, his desires darker than anything she could have imagined encountering before.

As he tied her up tightly against the cold metal of some abandoned warehouse wall, adrenaline pumped through her veins while fear coursed down her spine like ice water. Her heart raced uncontrollably as he approached with that sinister grin on his face – it sent shivers down not just from fright but also anticipation of what might come next…and deep inside there lurked excitement too!

“What do you want?” She asked breathlessly trying to maintain composure despite trembling all over.”I want everything,” came his chilling reply followed by rough hands groping at every curve of flesh they encountered; squeezing breasts hard enough leave bruises later yet still eliciting moans rather than cries for help due this perverse thrill running rampant within him now controlling both their actions . His fingers dipped lower between spread legs seeking out wetness already pooling there ready for penetration even though no consent had been given nor any request made other then release held captive within these walls under threat violence if refused..

The man’s touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Damon’s body despite the fear gripping her heart. She couldn’t deny that there was an element of thrill in this horrifying situation – a rush unlike anything she had ever experienced before. As he roughly fingered her, his other hand finding its way to her bound wrists and pulling them above head height, exposing even more vulnerable flesh for him to take advantage of at will…she felt herself getting wetter by the second under such intense arousal mixed with terror!

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Blasphemy Sex is The Ultimate Best Time During Castrations

I’m Morticia, the blasphemy sex goddess of pain. Ultimately, nothing compares to the ultimate joy of having a Priest by the balls. As it is, my hate of the Church is strong.
First of all, it’s the Confessional where I strike. With my black lace veil over my face, I confess to the almighty Holy Man of my sins. Since I play that I am mourning my dearly departed lover, and I need comfort.
At the beginning of my confession, I portray myself as weak and fragile with deep grief. This brings the priest to offering me solace. Then I tell him how hard it is, and I could really use a hug.
Now, when the priest exits the confessional, he awaits me to offer his Holy sacrament. When I step towards him, I stab a needle into his neck. Soon, he is rendered unconscious. With my planning, I have an assistant to help move the Priest to his Altar.
Finally, I strip the pathetic holy man naked on his own altar. Then, once bound, I break open the smelling salts and wake him up. Now he is trembling.

Now, the Sacred Desecration of Blasphemy Sex Truly Begins.

Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Without hesitation, I squeeze his worthless priest cock and balls until he whimpers prayers through gritted teeth. After that, I force him to confess every sin while I prepare my razor-sharp ritual blade. “It’s time for your confessions, Holy Man.”
Consequently, his cock betrays him and throbs hard even as terror floods his eyes.
Next comes the moment I crave most. I straddle his face and lower my dripping cunt onto his mouth while I slowly castrate him.
Furthermore, I ride his tongue harder as the blade slices through his sack. Consequently, carving away his manhood in wet, bloody chunks.
Hot crimson sprays across my thighs and belly with every cut. Ultimately, his muffled screams vibrate deliciously against my clit.  Finally, as I cum violently, grinding my pussy into his face. All while his balls fall to the cold stone floor in a steaming pile.
Obviously, I keep fucking the gaping, bleeding wound between his legs with my fingers. While smearing his blood and seed all over his chest like unholy anointing oil.
Nothing in this world feels more divine than destroying a man of God. Ultimately, through torture, sex, and turning him into a castrated, broken fucktoy for my eternal pleasure.
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Castration Phone Sex Fixes the Problem of Big Dick Energy in Men with Small Dicks

castration phone sexCastration phone sex seems on the rise. Honestly, with all this alpha male bullshit I’m seeing on social media and stuff, I figured more men would attempt to embrace their worthless dicks. But I think all that big dick energy makes men less self-aware. In my opinion, men with big dick energy and pinky dicks are the worst kind of men. They see women as owing them something. So, they don’t take no for an answer.

But my big ass knife reiterates my no.  I embrace my inner butcher. But some girls consider me sort of an antihero. I make bars and streets safer for them. I neuter the big dick energy boys. The ones who think we owe them our bodies because they are male. The men who brag about a 2-inch dick. I revoke men’s Man cards. No woman owes a man anything.

And last night I encountered a man with the biggest dick energy yet. But he also displayed the smallest dick I’ve ever seen. Tiny does not begin to describe it. I could put his cock under a microscope and still would not see it. A bit of exaggeration, but you get the point. He ended up in my Goth throwing around that big dick energy with nothing to back it up. And insulting women after they rejected him nicely.

Snuff sex seemed too good for him. He needed neutered. And I knew just how to do it. I let him think his cheesy ass pick up lines worked on me. And we went back to his place. Poor simp told me I looked like I walked right out of his wet dreams. However, he would soon view me more as a nightmare girl than a dream girl.

Men, Women Do Not Owe You a Thing and We Do Not Want Tiny Dicks

I spiked his bourbon. And before long, he acted drunk. I helped him up onto a chair and I strapped him down. Pulled out the tiniest little dick I’ve ever seen. But he had church bells for balls. His dick resembled a very sad turkey. But I castrated him. And I think I did him a favor. Castration made his dick look bigger. Once I removed those gigantic balls that took the attention away from his little nub, he looked bigger. But not big enough for that big dick energy.

But he seemed too busy crying like a bitch to see the gift I gave him. Maybe one day he will see that I did him a favor. I gave him a clean castration, meaning I cauterized the wound so he would not bleed out. Sure, that method burns the flesh, but it reduces scarring. He’ll never fuck again. But I couldn’t imagine he ever fucked before. Not with such a tiny dick. At least I took away some of that big dick energy that caused him to act a fool. He will never pop a little chubby ever again.

It’s always the biggest losers with the tiniest dicks that create most of the problems in this world for women. But this sadistic phone sex bitch will take care of men like that one at a time. And eventually, I will rid the world of all the false gods.