Phone Sex with Insane Estella
Her voice sounds lovely when she’s whimpering in agony. She looks up at us with terror in her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Those soft pink lips tremble so deliciously. I want to hurt her. I want to see the look on her face as she screams in exquisite pain, music to my ears. That soft tender flesh is calling to me. How should we do it? What instrument of torture shall we use for her demise?
I want to help you fuck a bitch up. I want to see that soft creamy body covered in blood and bruises. Watch closely as she struggles for a breath, her chest rising and falling in a desperate attempt to find a comfortable rhythm. Let me hold her down so you can skull fuck the cunt. Take that tight little pussy and spread it wide. Violate her fucking shit hole and fill it up with your load. Watch me suck it from her body, your juices and her blood combined to make such sweet nectar for my greedy tongue. I want to taste blood. I want to be your accomplice in every sick, twisted, demented way you can think of. The bloody violence is the perfect recipe for me to cum. The taste of that warm, metallic liquid flowing out of her body and onto my lips is intoxicating.
I do it all. Accomplice, Role-play, Forced Sex & Intoxication, Age-play, Snuff, and Extreme Hardcore Violence, just to name a few. Give me violence and I will be your eager companion. I will not be held down by limits. Let’s plunge into hell together and feed our evil desires.
Insane Estalla
