Torture sex through my teen years is tasty! See, I like that shit. Raw dogged and split open in a couple of places does a crazy teen good. I did my 30 days of horror flicks and realized that I’m not the same girl I used to be. Now I am rooting for bloodier and more graphic scenes than ever before. You may thank a few of my sadistic daddies for making me into a “little” Horror reenactment slut.
“Does Harper want to sit on Daddy’s lap and play spin and poke?”
Torture sex for me and your choice of Victims!
Of course, I fucking do, even when I knew I was way too tiny to take all that dick meat. Anything to get back to my roots cleaning spots of blood from my panties in the toilet so mommy wouldn’t hear the water running for too long.
Evil phone sex has run in my blood since my youth. The hurt feels so good as I am begging for mercy as your young one. Now my attitude has changed from just needing to be a stuffed little girl to stuffing and snuffing other pre-sluts. I’m no longer just an innocent little girl, I’m a powerful young whore who knows what she wants and needs. Blood and pain are the only things on my brain these days.
I’m no longer afraid to take calculated risks of killing and rape fantasy! No fear of the consequences of my actions will stop. I’m in control of my snuff phone sex destiny and I’m not afraid to take what doesn’t belong to me.