Confession  Phone Sex is my path to hell! I need to tell you my secrets. They aren’t the natural good girl things either. These are the more cruel, torture things that make up my DNA. I don’t necessarily worship the devil. The cum snot of my Dad, the devil, made me. I don’t have Daddy issues. Daddy taught me to be the assassin of blood play phone sex and show no mercy.
Pulling out the tongues and of prey is only the beginning. I ride their rotten flesh until the last spurt of life leaves their little bodies. My pussy quivers and drools with cum spit each time. At night my power of wanting to kill grows stronger. I must feed on the sequester of blood from the heart of a wee one.

Confession Phone Sex

Don’t cry those pesky tears or sound shocked. You want and need this as much as I do. That is why you will call me. You want your desire of seeded wicked, evil to boil over. Maybe tonight you can find the most devilish encryption of pure seduction in an accomplice call. Don’t take the time to think, if I don’t have blood… I won’t hesitate in taking yours with my blood play phone sex.

Something in my web of the dark world must decay. I could make this simple for you and say that my secrets are worse than yours. Our level of darkness together can be far worse than anything you fantasized about on your own. The kinkiest of dark, twisted desires we hold in our hearts that shoots to my pussy hole will slay you. You see I like death and blood. I get a kick out of spitting their blood in their faces and then licking it back up with my tongue. Cutting their necks seeing the shock look on their faces is just the beginning of Hell!