Tag: Mean girl

 Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Crushing a boy’s feelings is so much more fun than crushing his balls. Don’t get me wrong, I love kicking in a nutsack; it’s like my second favorite thing to do besides eating but leading a boy on. Making him fall in love with me just to hump and dump him is so entertaining.

They cry like little girls when they realize they never meant anything to you, and all you did was tell them what they wanted to hear. Aw, does that trigger you? Does it sound familiar? Have you recently been humped and dumped because you’re a sensitive loser?

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

We have an arrangement. Every Sunday, you pay to call me so I can jerk you off to my voice, and in exchange, I don’t tell her what a bad boy you’ve been since the very beginning. You cheated when the two of you started dating. You cheated when you asked her to be your wife and take your hand in marriage, and even after those sacred vows, you kept dipping your dick in pussy.

Pussy you shouldn’t have ever been close to, but you’re a weak sex-addicted pervert who craves debauchery. Our arrangement came into reality when you called me for help. Assuming if you were controlled by my slutty teen voice while I milked your cock you could behave. Such a fucking idiot. You confessed all your sins and agreed to call. I don’t care that she’s home; we had an agreement.

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By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext.410

Not all CBT is the same. I love nothing more than hearing a boy hurt himself for me. Oh, that’s a lie. I like watching it on cam more. Then I know he is following directions, but I’m jealous!

I have this friend who also loves to cause boys pain. She called me up the other day to brag about this boy she’s been busting up. The way she hurt him made me ache to do the same! I need a pain slut STAT!

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By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext.410

I was hungry, but my man said he’d already eaten. I was like, “Yeah, and? I wanna get some food.” He said he wasn’t gonna go out and didn’t feel like cooking. Low key, I was mad, but I’m a big girl. I can feed myself. I dialed up my favorite pizza spot and asked for Eric to deliver.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang, and my boyfriend was confused since he wasn’t expecting anyone. He opened the door, and Eric pushed his way in. He dropped the pie on the coffee table and then dropped his pants. “What the fuck, Krysta!” My boyfriend cried.

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