Dirty Talking Women, I love nothing more than to be controlled. I thrive on danger, abuse and getting violated. I have a chosen master and I’m his submissive worthless slave. I do what he say’s otherwise I’ll feel the pain, trust my lust this man’s insane. I love this shit and thrive on any situation he puts me in whether I like it or not .
Master always wants to make an example of my face, reminding me of the absolute control he has of me and I’m here for it. Whether on my knees or crawling on all fours I’m supposed to call him “sir”. Standing over me with his evil eyes that I can’t possibly predict. His faces always change dependent on his rage. I’m also never sure if he’s gonna push me down or spread my legs. Spread me wide open and take out his anger he’s got all pent up inside his evil sick demented pecker. His favorite to instill fear, roleplay gone bad taking his rape fantasies out of my tight wet soiled little tootsie. My wet cunt weeps and leaks when turned on by fear. Standing over my little bloody cum covered body with his throbbing pulsating dick in my face. The angrier he get’s the girthier his cock turns. Almost into the monster I live for.
It all depends on his mood. If he’s feeling sassy, he’ll get fucked up and drunk and throw me around like a rag doll. Forcing booze down my throat making me litty before he tear my cuntie apart. Or if he’s full of anger, he’ll fill my mouth with his throbbing dangerous dick and make me beg for air, turning me blue. He loves grabbing my throat with one hand and shoving his cock with the other.
In and out, barely breathing and my mouth thick full of cum dripping down my throat. He’ll stand tall spreading it all over my face as he rages like a monster. That hot evil shit will make me squirt before he busts his sicks nuts.
Master likes reminding me who’s in charge. He grabs his shaft, one more time, stroking it, harder and harder, pulling my hair. I’m screaming while he’s spitting in my face, cock tip down my throat with that final eruption imploding my mouth filling my cheeks. Pulling my hair back once more and making sure every drop goes down deep into my stomach, reminding me again that the only jizz I’m drinking is his.








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