Phone sex sites need sick bitches like me for your darker desires. I bill myself as a taboo specialist. I take men on a dark ride down a perverted rabbit hole. I took a drive with Pete the other day. We drove past the schoolyards and parks where all the little girls in their cute little outfits play. I was the devil on his shoulder telling him to do very bad things to those tiny girls. If you have rape fantasies for the super young ones, you are in the right place. I had my hand on Pete’s dick as we played, “I Spy.” I knew immediately which little whores he liked the most. As a sick phone sex audio girl, I helped him find the perfect little butterfly. We clipped that butterfly’s wings. I held her down, so Pete could fuck her. He did not care that she was bleeding or crying for her mommy. That was because I dehumanized the cunt. She was no longer a little girl. She was a piece of fuck meat. A cock teasing whore who deserved what she got. Pete left his DNA all over the little whore, so she had to die. I took care of that for him. I am a most excellent accomplice. My motto is sort of, I take the risk, so you can have the fun. That little piece of fuck meat is bear food now.
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