Ursla

I hope you have vivid and wonderful Murder phone sex Fantasies where you take poor girls like me and slit our throats open for your amusement. I’m not the kind of girl to play with some dainty knife, I want to be ripped open with a hatchet and chopped up like in an old movie. I’m a slut, always have been, some might even use the word skank, and I’ve lasted long past when I deserved to find myself in the trunk of a car or scarred and ripped up for the hardest cock around’s intense throbbing hard on. I don’t want to spend time with any pussies, I want to be surprised and butchered, treated to some Mutilation phone sex that never leaves me the same, and then taunted with freedom before I’m bleeding out and I can’t find my arm. If you’re gonna sever a limb you have to make it good, and my body makes “good” an understatement on par with the size of your axe grinder. When you bought it the clerk was so excited to run you through proper care and maintenance, but they didn’t tell you how to clean off rusted blood or how to get that sheen just right so it reflects my bloody massacre perfectly, that’s something you have to experiment with and get down to an artform. I’m here to help you perfect that craft, I’m a fucktoy to be used, abused, and tossed out like a trashy whore when you’re down putting my parts in bags. If you find you can’t do it, that after the first whack and thwack and bloody squelch you’re too much of a sorry sap to get rid of the burdened soon to be bloated corpse of the bitch you decided to off, I wouldn’t mind being used for some Necrophilia phone sex post mordem. If your hard on can’t look away from what you’ve done, maybe it’s time to start pumping deep ropes of seed in my long since dried and cold pussy.