You are so mad and hurt by her betrayal that your seeing black and the only release you can think of is to get it all out with rape phone sex fantasies with your favorite snuff phone sex girl, ME.
Answering the phone I hear the darkness in your voice. The hatred is palpable. I recognize it because I know it all to well.
You tell me all about the betrayal and how you need her to pay. We talk about how to make her suffer. We are going to drop her off in the middle of the ghetto. An area that is riddled with drug addicts. There is no conscience here, no sense of right and wrong.
Everything is based upon instant gratification.
She is pretty and white.
We watch as they all surround her. Dirty drug addicts, stumbling, pupils dilated so large that their eyes look like shiny black marbles in their sockets.
Watching the terror take over her facial expression. She opens her mouth to scream but nothing comes out as the first shaking hand grabs the top of her shirt and ripping it off. Tears streaming down her face silently as a filthy cock is shoved deep into her throat while hands grope her and dicks that smell of urine invade every available hole.
Her body is trembling now with fear and shame and the sobs that have taken over.
We can hear their laughter and the cat calls as they take her savagely.
Both of us sitting here deriving pleasure from her pain.
You with your engorged dick in your hand, panting and jerking, pre-cum pouring out of the head, sweat covering your red face.
Me with fingers deep in my hot and wet pussy. My tits hanging out of my shirt, nipples rock hard, chest heaving from orgasm that I am holding back until just the right moment.
Suddenly a scream pierces the air and her body becomes limp, your shooting a huge load with such force that it hits the windshield. My body shakes and I cum so hard that I squirt a stream that looks like a stream of piss.