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Blasphemy sex has superior power that will raise the dead

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex, there are a lot of different ways to do it. I actually found a special ritual that will raise the dead. I always dreamed of meeting Charlie. He was such a babe. If he felt my pussy he wouldn’t have needed any of those other bitches. I have at my disposal a spell that will allow me to summon my dear Charlie back from the depths of hell. And believe me, I will stop at nothing to make it happen.

But I can’t do it alone. I need a partner, someone who is just as depraved and twisted as I am. Someone who gets off on the thought of dominating and destroying innocent young pussy. Don’t those screams of pain make get you off like nothing else in the world?

I already have the sacrifice for my ritual, a sweet little thing who is willing to do whatever it takes to please me. But I need a hot, pulsing p. cock to help me complete the spell, to bring forth the ultimate act of blasphemy and raise the dead.

Does the thought of this make your dick hard? Does it excite you to think about all the ways you can violate and defile victim gash? I want a dedicated partner who wants to make the streets run red of the blood of the “innocent” and the dead to cum just as hard as they did in life. I dream of a world overrun by Snuff sex. 

 

Bloody Phone Sex Almost Killed Me Again

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems appropriate for this time of year. But I do not like to get bloody. At least not my nose. That’s my sniffer. If you want to abuse me until my body looks like raw hamburger meat, please spare my nose. The only way I can endure that kind of pain is if I am high. My son understands that. But other men have not read the memo yet.

I get myself in one jam after another it seems. Nonstop trouble. I’m fresh off a kidnapping. Still have the rope burns on my hands and ankles. But I needed coke. Usually, my son gives it too me, but it’s been over a week since I saw him. And my back up dealer, Marcus, went out of town. It’s such a crap shoot when I need to find a substitute dealer. My son and Marcus never punch my sniffer. They like me high. But some random dealer often wants me to suffer. One of these days my coke habit will put me in a real snuff porn.

I learned about Ted from another druggy soccer mom. She pops Oxy like breath mints. And her dealer has any drug imaginable. So, I went with her to meet him. However, he got super angry that she brought me to him. He punched her so hard he knocked her out. As she lay bleeding on the ground passed out, he kicked her awake. She tried to apologize and tell him I could be trusted, but he choked her to death right in front of me.

Abuse Me All You Want but Please Spare My Nose

And I never watched someone I know die in front of my eyes. I peed my panties from fear. Honestly, scared the crap out of me. At least with my son, I know I will live because I am his cash cow. But this random dealer looked like he wanted to kill me too. He picked me up with his hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall like a bug. He did not kill me though. However, he made me wish I was dead.

He punched my face repeatedly until my nose gushed blood. And he fisted my cunt until that prolapsed too. I had no idea my womb could come out. When he stopped hurting me, he gave me some coke. And a warning to never tell another sole about him. No way would I. I do not even want to see him again. His brand of snuff sex proved too much for this soccer mom pain slut.

Suffocation Phone Sex Games Arouse Us All

suffocation phone sexSometimes, I love to engage in some suffocation phone sex. But I do not want you to suffocate me. I want to suffocate you with some face sitting. Over the weekend, I hooked up with a guy I met on Fet Life. He had a death wish. Well, he did not want to die, but he wanted to come close. Breath play arouses a lot of folks. And nothing wrong with that.

I enjoy erotic asphyxiation too. As a switch, I have been on both sides of breath play. But Saturday night, I had a face sitting victim. He begged me to smother him with my tits, ass and pussy. I know CPR if something goes awry. And it is a dangerous game. The first time, I took a pair of pantyhose, tied it around Peter’s neck and shoved my boobs in his face restricting his ability to breathe out his nose.

I did not want snuff sex. He did not either. However, he did want to get dangerously close to dying. And he did. Not once, but three times. When he passed out from the combination of my pantyhose and big boobs, I revived him with a smack on the face. But subsequent times became more challenging.

Breath Play Games Let Us Come Extremely Close to Dying

The second time he passed out, I laid my pussy on his face, while my body laid on the floor above his head. Then I squeezed my thighs together and smothered him until he passed out. I could feel him struggling for air, but I maintained my grip on his head. My pussy almost came spontaneously feeling him thrash about underneath me. That time, I did have to breathe into his mouth and use smelling salt to bring him back.

And I thought that might be the last time for the night. However, he wanted my ass to smother him too. So, I sat reserve cowgirl on his face with my knees on the floor on both sides of his head. Slowly, I squeezed with my strong thighs until his body went limp. This felt like some Flatliners kind of shit. My ass suffocated him so well he needed full CPR to bring him back. Peter did indeed have a death wish. But, if a man has a killer phone sex fantasy, why should I deny him?

Blasphemy sex hails our Dark Lord in the ultimate way

Blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex is my ultimate indulgence, my ultimate act of rebellion. There’s something incredibly empowering about hailing our Dark Lord in the most vulgar and explicit way possible, about embracing the forbidden and reveling in it. It’s a feeling of freedom, of liberation, of breaking free from the chains of societal norms and expectations.

It feels so good to say Fuck. God. Come on, say it with me while your stroke your cock, Fuck God! Oh it’s is a privilege for my pussy to squirt to Satan. I would do anything and everything to please the one true Master. I know he likes it messy, the bloodier the better. By the end of our fun I am coated head to toe in gore and cum.

Sweet sweet gore for all the demons of hell. The demon of lust came to one of our Snuff sex rituals and blasted my holes into oblivion. Asmodeus, the King of Demons, filled my pussy and asshole with all of his cocks. Yes, the King has multiple cocks and they are all hard and thick. I sacrificed a little baby girl pussy and I was rewarded with a fuck of a lifetime.

I can still feel the demon’s sperm swimming inside me. It would be an honor to be a breeding whore for the King of Demons, I know Lucifer will be proud at what a good mommy whore I will be. It’s all for him, fuck god, god’s dead, more like god’s never been there, has he? That fat monster cock is my savior. Hail Satan!

 

Snuff Sex Ghost Possessed You to Force Fuck Layla

Let Me Swallow Your Cock in a Haunted House

Most horny pervs don’t start with rock hard cocks for snuff sex. You were one of the nice ones at first. Until the haunted house. An evil serial kidnapper used to use this place to torture slutty girls here, but one of his victims escaped and snuffed him out in the middle of the living room. You were there to take pictures of me in the house and to be my prop cock. I wanted pictures of me swallowing a cock in the middle of the living room. 

I felt the spirit’s presence the moment we got there. And so did you. As soon as you stepped into the living room, the evil poltergeist took over your body. I was too excited to swallow your cock to notice. Or see when you picked up a rusty switch blade and put it in your pocket. I found the perfect spot on the rug. It was right next to a huge blood stain. I looked up at you and grabbed you by your belt. I was pulling your pants down so fast. Then I pulled out my phone and handed it to you. 

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Accidentally Starring in Ass Rape Porn

The camera started rolling and you grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me towards your cock. You fucked my throat so hard I couldn’t even swallow spit. It spilled all over my tits while I pushed at your thighs to get you to stop. You’d never been rough before so what the hell is wrong with you. You dropped the camera and pulled out the knife. You pulled my head back and then with one swift motion you slit my throat. I fell choking on my own blood right next to the phone. I was just able to crawl over the phone. 

You climbed on top of me and lifted my head. The blood gushing out of my neck and onto the phone. Your cock was still hard and my asshole was the most painful hole for you to force your cock in. You squeezed your cock into my raw ass. I couldn’t even scream. The blood was filling my lungs while you filled my shithole with that sick, possessed cock. You filled my ass with cum, and the ghost shot out of your body too. You were left there covered in my blood with your cock in my ass. 

Rena Gets Wet and Nasty With Fantasy Phone Sex

Fantasy phone sexFantasy Phone Sex plays through my head every day making my cunt wet. As I lay in bed, my mind wanders to the darker side of desire. The thought of being taken by a dominant man, completely under his control, fills me with both fear and arousal. In this fantasy, he’s not just any man – he’s someone who will take my life as well as claim my body. His touch is electric; every caress sends shivers down my spine while also making me tremble with anticipation for what comes next.

He begins by binding me tightly, ensuring that there’s no escape from his grasp or the fate that awaits me. He gags me so I can only whimper and moan softly as he explores every inch of my flesh with his rough hands and eager lips. He takes pleasure in teasing each sensitive spot until they are on edge before moving onto another area to torment further still. It feels like an eternity passes before he finally positions himself between my legs and thrusts inside without warning or mercy – filling me up completely despite how small I am compared to him.

The pain mixes with the pleasure creating an intense cocktail of sensations coursing through every fiber of being; it’s almost too much but somehow just right at the same time because this isn’t about love or affection – it’s about power play and ultimate submission on both our parts . With each forceful stroke deeper into my core ,I feel myself growing wetter around him signaling how much I crave more even though deep down knowing this could very well be our last dance together .

As we reach climax together (or perhaps multiple times ), he whispers dark promises into my ear about what comes next – ending me forever in a way that only he can do. His words send shivers down my spine but also ignite a fire within me; I want him to claim every part of me before taking away my life force completely.

Afterward, he ties off both ends of a silk scarf around my neck and begins to pull it tightly shutting off air supply slowly suffocating me while maintaining eye contact until the very end when our gazes finally break as unconsciousness takes over . The feeling of being both violated and desired intensifies as death approaches – almost like an orgasm without release except this time there won’t be any coming back from it . Just before losing consciousness ,I feel his hot seed filling up inside again signaling one last act of dominance even in death .

In this twisted erotic snuff fantasy ,the line between pleasure and pain blurs making for an experience unlike any other ; leaving behind only memories etched deep within our souls forever.

Snuff Sex Can Only Be Better Summoning Satan

Snuff Sex Can Only Be Better Summoning Satan and that means calling on your dark fantasies Queen Morticia.  With my guidance in summoning the beasts of the night we can enact the best rape porn fantasies out there.

This is a diabolical thing that cannot be under estimated. My cunt and ass belong to Satan and so does my soul. The very pleasures that I get arise from Summoning Satan and taking our sexual pleasures from his Demonic massive cock.

Further more in the pleasures of summoning Satan we can use his evil dark powers to lure the young tender virgins to us for the ultimate rape fantasy of snuff. Murderous bloody perverted molestations of young bodies then ripping them to shreds.

Nothing gets my cunt wetter, besides Satan’s big cock, is the blood of rape fantasy virgins splattering all over my body. Let me dismember that tiny body so you have just a bottom and cunt for your personal sex toy. Or if you rather a neck hole and mouth to use as a toilet.

Let me be the Mortician of your needs. I will be the Dr. Frankenstein that will reanimate a pieced together little girl with a dick. Anything you wish I am the sadistic of dark desires. The curator of evil toys. And the ultimate mind fucker of deranged filthy perverts.

Just a little reminder filthy fucks. I am a truly filthy sadistic twenty year old and not a breeder. What I breed I kill.

Snuff Sex is the Ultimate High

And those brats I see around town, well I love to torture and destroy the little brats. Sometimes I will prostitute the little whores and let men murder them. I find it really better than drugs. To ruin the little brats and make money off them but just watching those holes bleed and rip….

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Bloody dreams that will make you cream

Snuff Phone Sex Vera

I was hanging upside down. Bound at the ankles, wrists tied behind my back. Hanging over a beautiful bathtub with golden claw feet. My mouth, taped closed. Shallow breaths. I knew what was coming.

I could see the shadow of him walking from the door way into the room. Holding a scythe in both hands as he came to the tub. The smile on his face twisting in a sadistic way.

He begins to slowly drag the scythe across my skin, not enough to cut it though. Just so I can feel how sharp the blade is. I cry out a little as panic sets in, and I start to try to free myself.

Then, ever so slowly, he starts making small cuts into my skin. I can feel the pierce of the blade as it slices acorss my flesh, baring with it the red of blood as it starts to spill. Coating the blade with every cut made. I try crying out louder, struggling to get free, as he just keeps going.

I start feeling light headed. There are now dozens of cuts across my body. My tits, stomach, legs. The blood lose is starting to get to me. The well of fear as I continue to struggle and cry, which fuels his need to see more of my insides.

I then feel the blade start scraping up against my pussy. The tip of it starting to make it’s way into my hole. I can feel the blade start to cut into the wall of the canal, and cry out even more. Tears now streaming down my face. There’s no stopping what’s gonna happen next.

The blade starts to cut more, blood now gushing out of my destroyed twat. Cutting into the pubic bone, and continuing to pierce more flash as the blade makes it way into my stomach region. I convulse, pain and blood loss setting in now.

The blade continues to go though, ripping out my womb, intestines, liver. Everything now spilled into the tub below. A collection he liked keeping after he was done. Because, with what consciousness I had left, I saw him step into the tub and start bathing in it.

And then, just like getting to the end of chapter of a book and flipping the page to start the next one, I woke up. Realizing I was playing with my clit and squirted a few times in my sleep while I was dreaming about all of that. Again.

These dreams always get me horny.

 

Domination phone sex with a killer twist in the end.

Domination phone sex            Domination phone sex with a killer twist in the end. Now, I know what you are thinking. Nope. Don’t even think about it. Thinking gangbang. To cliché. Perhaps injecting of puss into the balls or the captive. Yawn to slow.

            It must be remembered that pain can be torturous. It can at the same time be orgasmic. Combine the two and you have the best recipe for torturous orgasms. That is to say you will cum and explode at the same time.

            Now, to reach this point. You must first release yourself and know that as soon as we begin you are going to feel tingling. Go with it. As shown above the cunt is getting tickled with a vibrator through a cage. Next, picture the ball gag. The water is cold.

            Bringing to life all the senses. It must be remembered that in the cold things are preserved. Come play with us. The time is now. Be tortured to cum. Not until I say so though. Else you will be flogged.

            Until when you are finally allowed to cum you explode ending as the greatest snuff sex ever. Death by orgasm. The number one way to die.

Killer Phone Sex Victim Bleeds Out During Snuff Sex

killer phone sexNothing gets the heart pumping in my pussy like killer phone sex. My heart felt like it was going to explode. All the adrenaline was going to my clit while I ran. You were behind me with a knife. I got to the front door as soon as you caught me. You grabbed my arm and threw me on the floor. I was completely fucking naked, so there was nothing to pad my fall. You climbed on top of me and slammed my head into the ground until I passed out. 

I Knew I Wouldn’t Survive The Night

I woke up on my face. There was a burning pain in my ass and cunt. I was lying in a pool of sticky blood leaking from my fucked up holes. I grimaced. Then I heard your boots stepping to me. I tried to crawl away. You climbed on top of me and hauled my ass up in the air. I screamed for you to stop, but I was so light headed. Your cock slammed into my pussy and I screamed. It’s like my screaming made your cock harder. More and more of my blood leaked out of my cunt and leaked all over your cock. 

You fucked my holes so hard so many times I started to get too swollen to fit your dick inside of me. That’s when you decided to fuck me with your knife. The searing pain got worse when you started hitting my cervix. My pussy was being literally torn in half by your cock. I screamed again. The tears started running down my face. You forced me to kiss you. I spit in your face. I shouldn’t have done that. You forced me to look at you while you plunged your knife into my back. You pierced my lungs. I spent my last few breaths being a killer’s cum rag.