Getting fucked at torture therapy

 

Torture phone sexTorture phone sex. Today you’re my therapist. My parent’s sent me here after I was assaulted last year, had gang rape fantasies along with putting myself in dangerous situations as a young lady. Constantly wearing tight little outfits that expose my cute ass and poppin titty’s. I love being a barely legal whore.

I explain to you how I was tied down to my kitchen table by my legs and arms. A dog color and leash were put on my neck along with a blind fold. One by one the men cuntfucked me. A random break in turns into a fuck fest. Issue is I started to enjoy it and continued to put myself in dangerous situations for the thrill of being tortured again. I can see your cock growing in your pants as I talk. Then you ask “do I have permission to begin treatment and record you?” I said yes.

You asked me to spread my legs, putting my heels up on the couch. Under my little dress were tight lace panties, my cunt and asshole peeking out. You instructed me to stick my finger far up my snatch and fingerfuck myself as hard as I could. My head fell back on your couch, my vulva was pulsating and I was about to cum. You came closer to the couch with your camera, got on your knees and recorded me spewing my jizz and buttstains all over your sofa, letting you taste it.

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