The summer break and it’s time for some 50 shades of fuckery with psychotic phone sex, Roxy. Those little brats will be out by dozens unsupervised, waiting for someone like us to snatch them up. Please think of the fun we could have with only one of them. Well, I have to tell you, it all starts with a call from a twisted whore like me. I’ve been told I am not for the squeamish. I don’t plan on making any changes anytime soon; I like to enjoy what I do, and to do that, it has to be extremely hardcore, brutal, and excitable.
I love a good hunt. It gets my heart pumping and my cunt sloppy wet! Then I get to make that cock hard, describing in detail all the little sweet things about our play toys. I will hunt and destroy anything you like if you have that money. I will also hunt tiny objects you can ruin all by yourself. I have to be there, of course; it is after all my merchandise that you are playing with. Some go as far as to label me as psychotic phone sex like that’s all bad, but I prefer you be the judge for yourself. I have no limits, and the only thing that holds us back is our mind. I don’t seem to be held accountable for the things that I do I leave that for the weak.
Psychotic phone sex
I use whatever I can to get my sweet little leave and go on my psychotic phone sex sprees. I love to get with my clients and act out our calls when I go out. Right now, I have been really busy. So I don’t have time to waste. I know eventually, others will figure out what we do I will be restricted once again. Everything has its price, I guess. There is nothing I want more than to be your perfect psychotic accomplice. I can’t wait to devolve into the fantasies within your mind. So don’t waste any more time. Please sit back, grab some lube, and give me a call. See, What can we desecrate together?