Fuck yeah, you’re one sick motherfucker. You love to push me to the limit, don’t you? But hey, that’s what I signed up for when I started this perverse phone sex journey with you. The more I squirm and beg for mercy, the hotter you get.
So there I was, on my back, feeling your thick cock pound my asshole as you plunged deeper and deeper. Your voice echoed in my head as you told me how much you loved seeing me writhe in pain. And then came the fist.
You grabbed my tiny pussy, spread my legs wide, and shoved your clenched fist right in. No lube, no warm-up, just a brutal invasion of my most intimate parts. I could feel every nerve ending on fire, like my insides were being shredded by your giant fucking hand.
“Look at me, bitch,” you growled, your eyes blazing with lust and cruelty. “Take this fucking pain like a champ.”
I couldn’t even scream. All I could do was whimper and beg for more as you pounded my prostate and cunt with relentless force. Every muscle in my body tensed up, preparing for the inevitable orgasm that would either kill me or make me your faithful slave forever.
“You’re such a dirty little slut,” you hissed between breaths. “I bet no one’s ever treated you this rough before.”
And that’s when it hit me – you were right. I was a slut, a filthy little cock-hungry whore who’d do anything for a taste of true pain and pleasure. So I met your gaze, bit my lip, and waited for another round of brutal anal fisting while your cock continued to pound my ass like a jackhammer.
This was twisted love at its finest, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.