Strangulation Phone Sex Where Layla Enjoys Being Choked Out

Strangulation Phone SexSteam clouds the bathroom, wrapping me in warmth as the water slides over my skin. I’m lost in the rhythm of the shower when a sharp noise makes me freeze… a soft creak of the floorboards. My pulse jumps, and a wicked shiver runs through me. My heart races, but it’s not fear… it’s excitement, tingling, hot, and delicious.

I bite my lip, imagining him… the intruder… mask hiding his face, hands tracing just the outline of my body. I gasp softly and think about the way we played earlier, how even the fantasy of him teasing me brings the memory of Strangulation Phone Sex to life, making me wetter, shivering, aching for more. Every step he takes sends a thrill curling through me, every imagined touch igniting me from head to toe.

I let out a soft moan when he presses against me, careful, teasing, letting me feel his weight behind me. My hands wander over myself as I tremble, imagining every teasing brush of his hands, every touch that makes me moan into the steam. I tilt my head back, lips parted, letting my body arch, needing, wanting more.

The tension coils tighter as he whispers filthy, naughty things only I can hear… words that make me shiver and whimper, imagining his hands everywhere, teasing me, making me tremble. I moan low, needy, loving every second, letting the fantasy play out as if it’s real, letting myself melt against him.

I imagine him gripping me tighter, pressing me against the wall of the shower, teasing, making me shiver, moan, beg. My breaths are fast, shallow, broken by soft, dirty little gasps. Every imagined touch, every whisper, every hot, teasing movement makes me ache, desperate, dripping, lost in the lust of it all.

I arch, quivering, imagining him pulling me closer, holding me just enough to drive me insane, letting me come undone under the weight of the fantasy. My moans fill the shower, echoing, urgent and raw, soft little cries of pleasure that only belong to him… and me.

I then give in to him loving the way he chokes my neck roughly, he knows exactly how I like it and why it makes my pussy super wet. I lean back under the water, imagining him slipping away, leaving me hot, dripping, craving, and desperate for the next time we play, knowing this wicked little fantasy is ours to replay, again and again.

 

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