Black Mail Phone Sex with Celeste, Black Mail Gets My Pussy Wet
The feeling of power and control often gets to me. Call me your new favorite condescending cunt; I guarantee I'm the sweetest, wicked little bitch you've ever met. You look at me and think, “This silly little whore is about as dumb as a nail.” I smile inconspicuously and extend my tits farther, while your inner consciousness says, “She's just a whore with no brain cells. Just a worthless slut that I can use however I want.” I laugh and satisfy your ego with ulterior motivations, because guess what? Blackmailing males really appeals to me, especially when it's a man like you.
Sure, getting hundreds of cash is fantastic, but I couldn't care less about your petty change. No, what makes my pussy throb the most is your pure psychological torture. Blackmailing males gets me on, especially when they deserve it the most. Scum who claim to be a Christian guy while engaging in perversions that would make their wife sick. Pastors who exploit vulnerable individuals…
So, certainly, I'll play the role of a sweet innocent girl or the dumb little whore you confide in when your wife isn't present. When I'm smiling up at you with your cock in my face, you'd never guess I'm a wicked little bitch. I want you to feel wonderful, and I want to give you the ultimate high. Because it will be even more excruciating when I steal everything away from you. Blackmailing males thrills me on in ways that I cannot control. I can't help but enjoy the pleasure I get from your awful anguish. You might even love it because you believe you deserve it. It's an intense rush, an elation that causes explosive orgasms.
I was taken aback when I learned how much I enjoy blackmailing men. It was an unexpected revelation. We were on the phone when I informed him I was going to show his wife all the video footage I had of him bending me over their bed. He simply pissed me off, and I needed the taste of vengeance, but I never imagined how much that would turn me on.
I reluctantly allowed my fingers to creep down into my panties and between my puffy pussy lips. She wants to be touched as she heard the panic in his voice as I showed him all the dirt I had on him. He began to beg for compassion as he realized I was about to destroy his entire universe. Tell everyone that he was a disgusting fucking pervert. I arrived only after he began to cry. But this fresh knowledge made me desire and need more.
It was the start of my adventure as a hazardous femme fetal. Blackmailing men while acting like a good girl or a dumb brod. Seducing the worst in men into perilous and character-compromising circumstances. The more devastating the outcome for them, the more it got me on and drenched my panties. I'd methodically look for the filthiest pigs who deserved it the most. To entice them, pretend to be the ideal target. Eventually making them regret ever crossing my path; with a slow, psychological type of torment… All for the sake of my explosive orgasm.
Don't be a coward; let me peep inside your thinking. If you believe you can handle a ruthless bitch like me, pick up the phone and come play in the fire. Blackmailing males gets me on, and I'll enjoy your twisted confessions. Do you want to play in my weird and fucked up world? Fine. However, be prepared to be humiliated, degraded, and psychologically crushed by the kingdom's kindest but most sadistic queen. Let's see how far you'll go to cum with me, you pathetic excuse of a man…
I even have my own folder of black mail for my pathetic males who so stupidly tell and send me all of their information, and you're next.
Wow, That's so hot! Do you really keep files on your blackmail victims?
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