Marisol Price! If you're into bl*ckmail-fantasy, this will clip will c*mpletely ruin you. This is a f*cked up devious mindfuck like nothing you've ever experienced. Be warned, if you watch this, it will be too late for you. The audio and video mindfuckery is mind breaking.

I own you, don't I? You're my bl*ckmail-fantasy boy. You belong to me. Tribute today or I'll ruin you. It's too late for sad bl*ckmail-fantasy boys like you. Boys like you have been outed or will be outed. Either way you've already shown who you are to me. And now it's too late and there's nothing you can do about it. Boys who happen to have their credit cards lying around, just happen to. And they grab it and they hold it up to the camera just for a second while I take a screen sh*t. And then I tell you that I just really, really just happen to like credit cards and gosh it would be really, really nice if you could just flip it around and show me the ccv. Please. I just really like knowing what kinds of credit cards boys like to get and I'm in the market for a new one and I wanna know which one I should take. Your Amex?

I just really, really like looking at credit cards. Almost as much as I really, really like the threat of ruining a boys' life. Tribute today or I'll ruin you. Oopsy did that just slip out? I own you. It's too late. Don't you see? It's too late for you. Because I already have incriminating pictures of you and all your information and pictures of your d*ck with embarrassing things written on it and my name written on it. I'll ruin you. You're my bl*ckmail-fantasy boy. And I own you, don't I? What was the name of your account again, I forgot? I'm just trying to find you on facebook, what's your full name? Oh and what's your password?

And that's just the beginning. But it's over. There's no turning back. I own you, don't I? It's too late for sad bl*ckmail-fantasy boys. You belong to me. Tribute me or I'll ruin you. All you have to do is give me whatever I want and do everything I say and let me send whatever messages I want. Don't worry, it's safe. I just want to know the answers to your security questions. It's okay. You want to tell me. It's all safe, I promise. I don't have a laptop that's just off screen that I'm watching every email come in from you with more and more information because you can't help it, can you? It's too late, you're trapped.

And what would you do if I threatened to out you? I'm not mean, you make it seem like I'm so mean to all of my bl*ckmail-fantasy boyfriends. The truth is I just know exactly what they like. Don't you know who I am? I'm Marisol Price, the bl*ckmail-fantasy b*tch. And you are my bl*ckmail-fantasy boy.

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Devious Bl*ckmail-Fantasy Boy Ruination Mindrinsing