My life as a naughty phone sex whore is a secret! Nothing about my life is ordinary. If you pass me in the street, you can’t help but notice the gangsta following me around five feet behind. If you knock on my door, you would automatically think I wasn’t home because I am a slave. These fucking thugs won’t trust me with the code to get out. No one wants to admit that I am a prisoner. They take my teen pussy when they want and don’t even ask.

There is no way I could ever take my chance to escape. But there are some things they can’t control. That’s how often I go to the bathroom and give myself self-love. My fingers work fast when I am on the phone with you. If they find out what I am really doing in there, they will kill me. But your call keeps me from growing crazy.

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When I hear your voice over the phone, my legs grow weak. The moistness between my thighs starts to secret, and I reach for my clit to release myself. These fuckers sell me for the profit If they knew how much our cheating fucking affair excites me, they would hoard me out to the highest bidder. It’s just a simple fact that they want me to fuck everything in sight. Covered in cum is what they tell me all the time. That doesn’t bother me as much as the things they do while they fuck me.

The other day two of them fucked my ass with a metal pole. You say that’s ok. But this one guy got severely drunk and nearly fucking impaled my ass to death. If I didn’t have you over the phone to talk me through I would have died. Why do I say all of this to you? Because I want you to know that I appreciate our chats to get me through this hell that I am living. You may think all of the gang bangs and rape are some fantasy, but they are a genuine part of my world!