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Fantasy Phone Sex with Layla Dirty Teasing Her Busty Titties

Fantasy Phone SexI felt it before I even stepped into the shower… the weight of someone’s gaze. My heart raced, but not with fear… excitement. Fantasy Phone Sex can’t compare to this kind of tension, the delicious mix of danger and desire that makes my skin tingle in ways I can’t ignore.

I turned slowly, letting the water run over me, my curves glistening as I caught him trying to hide in the corner of my bathroom. My busty fat slippery tits were impossible to miss, and I made sure he noticed every movement, every tilt, every subtle sway. I could feel him watching, his breaths shallow, and it thrilled me to my core.

“Did you really think you could just… watch?” I whispered, my voice soft but sharp. I loved the way his eyes widened, how caught he was, frozen in the heat of the moment. My fingers trailed through my wet hair, down my neck, teasing him silently, knowing exactly how to make him squirm with nothing more than a glance.

I stepped closer, letting the water splash against me, letting him see how confident I could be even when the world felt dangerous. I was in control. I could feel his obsession, and it made me bold. I leaned just enough forward to let my chest move, letting my curves brush against the steamy mirror as I teased him with a simple tilt of my shoulders.

The thrill of being watched, of knowing he was caught yet too enchanted to look away, made my thoughts darker, my voice lower, dripping with promise. I let a soft laugh escape, the sound almost drowning in the rush of water, knowing he could feel it. My eyes locked on his dark dreamy eyes, daring him, tempting him, showing him that I could turn the tension into something unforgettable.

Even in this dangerous moment, I reveled in the pull… the silent game of dominance and desire. Every movement, every glance, every shiver wasn’t just about me; it was about what I could make him feel. I was teasing, playing, owning the moment, letting him drown in the fantasy he thought he’d stumbled upon.

He finally steps towards me confessing how much he’s truly fascinated by me and how he watches me undress in my bedroom every night. I grab his hand letting him grab my huge boobs and allowing him to squeeze them both together. I don’t want him to end up killing me so I feed into his dark secret desires.  By the time I stepped away, dripping and defiant, I knew he’d never forget me… or this intoxicating, dangerous little encounter. And neither would I.

 

Mutilation phone sex, because the bitch looks better bloody

Mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex slave, ripe for the most unfathomable torments, lies before us. Her very existence is for us to enjoy and give her the ultimate degradation.

She’s so young and innocent, and we get the chance to annihilate her.

So, I slice her pretty little face with your cock down her throat. The crimson streams drizzle down her porcelain cheeks.

The mixture of tears and blood put a fire between my legs. I grind against her and hold her head down. Bitch is going to choke on your cock.

I really want to freak her out. I want every moment to be torment and terror. Therefore, I force the cold, unyielding barrel of my revolver against her head and ask her where I should put it. Her ass or her tiny bald pussy?

Poor little thing cries constantly. But she really loses it when she felt the gun in her cunt and heard the clicking as I press the trigger. As it turns out, that thing was loaded. I thought it’s empty, but there was one left in the barrel.

Good thing it didn’t go off. Her hole would have been too blown out for your cock. I’m glad we made it to the true carnal crucifixion. Every coaxing thrust of your cock into her torn, bleeding cunt filled me with orgasmic power.

Your cock inside her tiny ass made her want to end it all herself.

To get a little bitch like that to try and end it all was a new thrill for me. There she is, beating her head against the floor in a futile attempt to escape. I think I stopped her just in time. All that blood on her face made me pussy drool. Her blood, so sweet, it’s a shame she couldn’t hang out longer. The next one, we’ll be she

In the end, as I release my seed deep within her shattered womb, I am left with a sense of grim satisfaction. For in destroying this snuff sex slave, I have not only claimed her body, but shattered her very essence. She is no more than a husk, a vessel for my darkest desires, and in that lies her ultimate degradation.

 

 

Gangbang Rape Porn Pays for My Coke Habit

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn pays my bills. Who am I kidding. I don’t have any bills. I just need to earn money for cocaine. And these sorts of rough sex movies pay very well. Even though sometimes they leave my body destroyed, I find it worth it. Obviously, some men treat me better than others. Last night I thought things might be going well. Two guys offered to pay me $500 to fuck them. And they seemed like normal guys. They didn’t look like snuff directors. I think they thought I was a hooker.

When we got back to their place, I realized they set me up. The house seemed full of men. Probably at least 50 men. Suddenly that $500 didn’t seem like very much if they expected me to service all their friends too. So, I said something. And they started punching me. Slapping me around and choking me too. The two men who picked me up in the bar and paid me the $500 made it clear that if I wanted to live, I would do whatever the fuck their friends wanted.

As Long As I Need Cocaine, I Will Be a Gang Bang Whore and a Human Toilet

Most of those men wanted to turn me into their private ass rape porn star. Men loved to force their cocks up my asshole. Not sure why. Perhaps regular women don’t give up the ass. I’m no regular woman. I’m a whore and I do anything for coke money. So, I sucked it up and let 50 men run a train on me. But they did a lot more than just fuck me. Most of these guys made me swallow their piss. Some of them slapped me and choked me. While others made me worship their assholes. I do not like being human toilet paper.

Although I hoped I would be paid more money, I did not expect it. If I got the $500 that they promised me, I would just suck it up and be a good whore. And I think they never met a better whore than me. Men love exploring their rape phone sex fantasies with this red headed suburban mommy.

Since I’m a druggie whore, I will continue to let men explore those fantasies. I’ll do anything for money. When I got home, I felt like a train ran over me. They did give me $500 but not a penny more. They should’ve paid me more, but I felt outnumbered. I did not want to lose my life. Not that day at least. So, I guess as long as I keep chasing cocaine, I will continue to put myself in dangerous gangbang situations.

Castration Phone Sex is What I Do Best

castration phone sexCastration phone sex I do best. So many men do not deserve their nuts. Let me reiterate, something gentleman, your balls are a privilege not an entitlement. And I only consider you a man if you sport a big cock and big nuts. So many men run around with big dick energy, with only a little knob between their legs.

Men like that I loathe. Over the weekend, a dip shit ran into the back of my car because he decided to look at his phone instead of the car ahead of him. And he missed the stoplight. But instead of apologizing or even asking me if I felt OK after he rammed me from behind, he went off on me. He did not appreciate my sarcasm. But I match energies. You act like a dick, and I will act like a bitch.

But I have experience with men like him. And I refused to succumb to his bullying. When the cops arrived, they forced him to give me his address so we could work out the insurance stuff amongst ourselves. However, the cop issued him a ticket for distracted driving causing an accident at a stoplight. So, I began plotting my revenge.

Men with Big Dick Energy Rarely Have Big Dicks

And two days later, he received the worst cock and ball torture sex of his life. Not only did I deflate his worthless balls, but I cut them off too. Although I wanted to kill him, I decided a life without balls would be better punishment. Every day he goes to piss, he will be reminded that his piss poor behavior resulted in the loss of his ball privileges.

Oh, did I make it hurt. I squeezed his balls making sure to dig my long nails into his flesh. Then I put hat pins through his ball sack and used a sounding device on his worthless dick. When I sliced off his balls, I joked that at least now his cock looked bigger.

Of course, his cock measured 3 inches. Most men with that big dick energy overcompensate for something. I made a bloody mess of his bed. You would be surprised how much a man bleeds when you slice off a testicle. But I sliced off two testicles. He didn’t deserve to have two or even one. I wanted him to feel the pain and the loss of his manhood.

Men Can Live without Testicles

I did not fear he would go to the police. Most men will never report this sort of thing for fear of embarrassment. Plus, I did my research. I compiled a long list of women willing to come forward and accuse him of force fucking them in various stages of too drunk to consent. All those women would testify against him in a heartbeat if he went to the police.

And I have connections everywhere. So, I told him if he ended up in prison, I would make sure men anally tortured him daily. Little bitch boys like him do not survive in prison for long. But he can survive without his balls.

So, he could choose to live without his balls and never go to the police or live without his balls and be black men’s ass rape porn star daily for years in prison. He chose wisely. I gave him a neat castration which felt like more than he deserved. But he will never fuck another woman. He will never masturbate again or procreate either. And he no longer sports big dick energy because I took the wind out of his sails quite literally.

Bloody phone sex to hail Satan & fuck God

Bloody phone sexBloody phone sex summons our true Master’s malevolent energies. You must shed the shackles of modesty and embrace the most extreme perversions!

Hail Satan, Fuck God, breed me for Satan’s army!

You and I will be entwined by the agony of our victims and the ecstasy in between our legs. My pussy needs a cock soaked in virgin blood to cum! In this unholy union, we can harness the powers of our Dark Lord, channeling his strength through the raw, carnal act.

A sacrifice must be a servant of God, one of those mindless bible humpers who think God’s love can save them. We will show that it will not happen.

Their cries of torment will have to escalate if we want to raise Hell. I’ll chop off a leg and guide your cock in her stump. You must pump your cock in the bloody stump as hard as possible. Each limb I chop off will be followed by your cock penetrating her.

Each amputation helps us cast a spell for unlimited power and life. Don’t you feel it growing within you? Hail Satan, fuck God, hail Blasphemy sex! You came to this snuff dungeon lusting to be a God, well now here you are, your bloody cock in my mouth, and demon blood flowing through your veins.

You slaughtered and defiled an innocent soul. Was it worth it? You know you will forever be Satan’s soldier, and you will have to be soaked in blood if you want to be blessed by Satan!

You never lose the taste for blood. It becomes an addiction, and the purer the blood, oh, how sweet it is! That kind of energy is God-like! If you are genuinely dedicated to Satan, make that dick cum in my bloody pussy. Let’s breed our own demon baby to destroy God’s work! We will bring Hell on Earth and live in debauchery for eternity!

 

 

Young Voice Phone Sex Slutty Layla Stroking Your Strong Cock

Young Voice Phone Sex

I can’t stop thinking about him, the way he stares at me like he wants to devour me whole. Every time I pick up my phone, I imagine his hands on me, and I can’t resist teasing him. That’s when I let myself get naughty… My Young Voice Phone Sex, soft, breathy, dripping with want, my words wrapping around him like a promise he can’t ignore.

My fingers wander over my body, grazing my curves, teasing my pretty wet pussy even though he can’t see it. I whisper little things I’d never say in public, letting him imagine every inch of me, every moan he’s dying to hear. The anticipation makes my chest swell, my nipples harden under my top, and I can feel how wet I am just thinking about him listening.

Then the doorbell rings, and my heart jumps. He’s here. My lips curl into a mischievous smile as he steps inside, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, completely captivated. I move slowly, letting my fat tits brush against my clothes as I sway just out of reach, teasing him without even touching him. Every glance, every step, every sultry little move makes him ache, and I love knowing I control this.

I giggle softly, leaning closer, letting him catch a whiff of me, my hair brushing his shoulder. I press my body forward just enough to tease, grind a little against my own hands, and whisper nasty things that make him swallow hard. My pussy throbs at the thought of him wanting me so badly, and I tease harder, letting him imagine how I’d feel under him, though I’ll never show him everything just yet.

I love watching him struggle to keep his composure, seeing him ache for me, completely at my mercy. “You like this strong dick slapped in between those big fat tits of yours don’t you baby” He says while pushing the tip of his cock towards my soft lips. “Of course you sexy motherfucker”  I say as I whisper his name, laugh softly, and bounce just a little more, letting my tits do the talking. Every teasing brush, every seductive look, every subtle jiggle is designed to make him crave me more, to make him remember exactly how slutty I am for him.

And when the tension reaches its peak, I pull back, bite my lip, and flash a smile that says, “This isn’t over.” Some things don’t need words… they live in my whispers, the way I press my body against him without touching, and the way my teasing leaves him desperate. I’m super slutty, naughty, submissive, and in total control of how much he wants me. My pretty pussy, my heavy tits, my soft voice… They haunt him long after he leaves, leaving him desperate full of yummy cum for the next time he hears me tease him.

Teen Rape Porn With The Therapist

Teen rape porn Teen rape porn fantasies with my therapist, laying on the couch telling you the details of my traumatic home invasion, those four men fucked me every which way but loose, I thought it was a robbery but all they wanted was my tight holes on their poles. 

They came through my back door, grabbing me by my throat, throwing me to the floor. Ripping my fishnet stockings off, I tried to crawl away, but you were too quick, slamming me on my back, my pink pussy exposed, A thick cock impales my cunt, my juices running down my thighs. 

Fist raining down on my body, being held down and fucked in every hole at the same time. My mouth is screaming no, but my body is saying yes, my juices are leaking like a faucet. 

Dr Harper is stroking his cock when I look over, he is coming over to the couch ripping my panties off, shoving his thick rod in my tight cunt, I squirm and fight, but he overpowers me. Shoving his huge cock inside me as I beg him to stop. He thrust harder inside me, knocking my walls down. 

Why does everyone I trust take my pussy, I just want to be saved but they all want to fill me with cum, are you going to hurt me too? 

Domination Phone Sex is Not My Wheelhouse, But Its is Fun

domination phone sexOccasionally, this submissive mommy receives domination phone sex calls. Perhaps because I’m a mature woman men think I might be good at domination. And I can do it when it’s called for, but I much prefer to be the submissive whore. This weekend I hustled my ass down at the truck stop to earn some cocaine money. But the darker stuff just pays better. It might kill me one day, but it pays much better.

So last night, I took a gig for more money and less time than I made hustling down at the truck stop. But the director told me I need to be the one to dominate these two young girls. And I asked him if he felt confident that I could do the job. When he told me if I failed, I might not leave alive, I knew I needed to bring my A game. In this snuff sex video, I acted like the mother of two naughty whores. So, I just channeled my mommy side. And I thought about all the men who dominated me over the years and the things they did to me.

The two young girls who served as my co-stars appeared to be junkies. You could call me a junky, but I never shoot up. I don’t mess with fentanyl or heroin. Perhaps you could consider me more old school. I enjoy my cocaine and my marijuana. These girls looked strung out. But I guess that turned out for the better cause I needed to inflict a lot of pain to earn my money and get out of Dodge alive.

This Sexy Switch Will Do Anything for Coke Even Double Pump Two Teen Sluts

A male coaster helped me. The premise of the sick little movie involved mommy pimping out her naughty little girls for money. And I helped this man turn each of my girls into his private cum dumpsters. Not only did he violate all three of their holes, but he helped me whip them into submission. Plus, he helped me anally torture them. The director wanted rough anal for these bitches. And I know a thing or two about being an ass rape porn star. We fisted these girls. Sometimes, we double fisted them together.

We destroyed their assholes using our fists and a variety of foreign objects. If the director wanted a rough anal film, I planned on delivering that to him. Although I did feel badly for anally torturing these two young girls who could’ve been my daughters, I know the snuff world, it seems like survival of the fittest. When I need cocaine money, I do whatever I need to do so I can party later. I earned cocaine money and the girls earned fentanyl money. So, a win-win situation.

But don’t worry men, I’m not going into domination mode anytime soon. I’m a much better submissive mommy than I am a dominant bitch. But I will do anything for money. And that includes fisting two teen girls into oblivion.

Babysitter Phone Sex with Layla Taking Control Tonight Now

Babysitter Phone Sex

I was adjusting the blinds when I saw him… a shadow pressed against my window. My heart skipped, but I didn’t scream. Instead, I leaned closer, my pulse racing, knowing exactly who he was.
I whispered into my phone, still warm from earlier calls, “Babysitter Phone Sex,” letting him hear me even as he lingered outside. Tonight I had the little ones with me, but I definitely put them to sleep, before the killer decided to pop up.

The thrill of being watched always made me tingle, made my voice a little lower, a little sluttier, and made my pussy wetter. He stepped back when I let the light fall just right, revealing the outline of his body. I could see the careful way he moved, deliberate, controlled. My lips curved. Fear mingled with excitement, but I reminded myself… I invited this. I had boundaries, rules.

The thrill came from playing along, from letting him think he had the upper hand.I leaned against the kitchen counter while gently bending over pulling down my red skirt, letting my voice linger over  the phone, slow and teasing. “You like watching me, don’t you?” I whisper, knowing he could hear me clearly. His laugh was low, approving, confirming the tension between us.

I moved through the huge house, feeling his gaze follow. Every step was a journey. I adjusted my hair, let my shirt slip just enough to tempt without revealing too much. The shadow hesitated, then stepped closer, hands on the glass. I pressed my palm against it from inside, mirroring him, a silent challenge.

“You’re bold tonight,” I said, voice catching slightly, letting him imagine what he couldn’t touch. He responded with a slow nod, and I felt the pulse of our shared game… dangerous, yes, but entirely consensual. Every move, every look, orchestrated by me.

The call ended, but the tension lingered. I could still feel him, just outside, just teasing the limits we’d set. I smiled to myself, heart racing, knowing this was exactly the kind of night I lived for… intense, thrilling, and completely under my control.

No doors needed to open. No rules broken. Just the electricity of fear turned fantasy, the allure of someone watching, and me, entirely in charge of the game. He came up behind me kissing my neck slowly, grabbing my tiny waist, while slowly deep fucking me with those long strokes.

I creamed so much on his dick, that he decided to keep me alive, then vanished when the police decided to pop back up. I settled back into the couch, letting my pulse slow, a satisfied grin on my lips. The night was ours, thrilling and safe, a reminder that some fantasies only work because you choose them.

Rape phone sex fantasies have me bent over

Rape phone sex fantasiesMy Rape phone sex fantasies always leave me in a very compromising position. Totally helpless, bent over, and exposed. It is precisely where I need to be, restrained, and brutally fucked until I am overflowing with jizz.

It’s a twisted pleasure, the way my body aches and my mind races with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

Some might argue that it’s not true rape if I crave the pain and the degradation,

but I was trained to take it from a young age.

Growing up, I was forced to be a whore at a painfully young age. I had no idea what it meant to have rape fantasies until that cock was buried deep in my little virgin asshole.

Now I am very educated on the subject. I know that it is what I am made for.
The predator needs prey to thrive, and I know I deserve it. The cruelty, the abuse, the constant reminders that I was nothing more than a disposable cum dump!

Even when I am crying out in pain, I know there will be no mercy. In fact, crying and screaming can be such a turn on; it will get me fucked harder, just what I need. All of the Ass rape porn I’ve been in, it never gets any easier.

I suffer every time. The worst is when I am being shared, and I have to bend over for two hard cocks at the same time. I am a small girl, so getting two hard cocks forced inside my asshole is enough for me to pass out. And even if I do, it doesn’t stop. It only does when my Master Daddy and his friends are bored with me. That means some days I am being forced to take cock for days on end!