Many are afraid of what the night holds. Not I. For its the night that brings me such comfort. For it is during this time that I am surrounded by my kin so to speak. Those that can truly relate to my sense of being. For I have always been a dark deviant. My barbies were never prim and proper dressed in pink. No mine had hair dyed any color I could dream up thanks to my moms food coloring kit, her clothes were always torn and soiled. I know where does my ramblings lead. How does this relate to those that call me in the middle of the night?
It was the instant message that lead to a dark taboo gang bang phone sex fantasy last night that had me thinking of how I took such a vanilla toy and made it so dark and twisted. For my mystery man, (I really didnt catch his name and I rather like not knowing his name makes it even more dark and perverse.) told me how he usually has vanilla phone sex fantasies and just that alone had me wanting to answer his message.
So where did my mystery vanilla man take me? It was a world of gang bang phone sex fantasy that took on an extreme ending. Seems he had put some thought into where his dark night would go. Bravo!
I was the nasty whore gulping down the loads of nigger cum from multiple men, as he stood and watched the extreme breath play scene being played out before him as I was gagging on mouth loads of thick ribbons of jizz. I found the erotic edge with my mystery man one in which I did not come back from. It truly was a perverse fantasy fit for an extreme phone sex whore like myself.
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