Kidnapping phone sex stories make my pussy wet. I understand, people often ask me what's wrong with me. I tell them nothing. I simply adore dark fantasies. Plus, my life is far from ordinary. Despite my ability to pretend otherwise, I am nothing more than a minor coke addict. And as a result, I find myself in some risky situations. My daddy handed me money to fix my car. But instead, I bought coke. I could put some more miles in my car before it died. And after I was paid, I could fix the car. I needed coke more than a running automobile. However, my car broke down on the way back from my dealer's house. However, I knew I couldn't call my daddy to pick me up. Then he knew I pushed the money up my nose rather than fixing the car.
My drug addiction puts me in danger almost every day. As soon as I got in the car, he fired something into my thigh. And the next thing I knew, I was naked, bruised, and full of cum in my teen cunt and ass, lying on the roadside. I never forget what I did, no matter how high I feel. So whatever he gave me must have been strong. My cunt looked bloodied. I am not sure what he fucked me with. But I doubt a single cock could ruin my cunt like that. Not even a large black cock.
My ass felt equally destroyed. Fortunately, my broken-down car wasn't far away. I crawled back to it, waiting for AAA. Perhaps I could use the guy who picked me up's rape phone sex fantasies as an excuse not to fix the car. Someone kidnapped me, sexually assaulted me on the way to the car shop, and looted me. And left me asleep by the side of a rarely trafficked road. My daddy can be incredibly gullible.
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