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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.

 

Killer Phone Sex with Layla Craving Your Attention and Rules

Killer Phone Sex

The house is too quiet, and every sound feels louder than it should. I move slowly, barefoot on cold floors wearing only a t-shirt with no panties, heart racing because I know you’re close. You always pretend you’re here to hurt me, to scare me, to test how far I’ll go before I break. This is Killer phone sex, and even thinking about you crossing my threshold makes my body react before my mind can catch up.

I should be terrified. I am terrified. But the fear curls into something warmer, heavier, pooling low and making my knees weak. I hate how much I crave your attention, how much I melt when you set rules and act like you don’t care what happens to me. You play cruel because it’s safer than admitting you feel something real.

I stand there, breathing shallow, imagining your presence filling the room. You’d move slow, controlled, pretending you’re dangerous while fighting the urge to touch me gently instead. I feel exposed, watched, powerless… and I love it. The tension makes my skin buzz, makes me ache for you to come closer even as I’m scared you will.

I whisper your name like it’s a mistake, like saying it might summon you. I know you’d tell me to be quiet, to behave, to stop looking so tempting. You’d hate how badly you want me, how hard it is to keep pretending this is just a game.

I crave the way you make me feel trapped and chosen at the same time. I crave the rules, the fear, the heat of knowing you’d never really hurt me… even if you try to convince yourself you could. The thought of you ripping my guts apart makes my pussy super wet. 

Knowing how you stalk me through my window, and sometimes sneak in my house while I shower, blows my mind to pieces. I stand there shaking, wet, breathless, waiting. Not for violence. For you to finally stop pretending you don’t love me.

Home Invasion Phone Sex with Layla Loving Her Space Invaded

Home Invasion Phone SexThe door swings open and I freeze, already trembling. Home invasion phone sex had always been my favorite, but this time it felt sharper, rougher, exactly what I craved.

He steps in, smirking, eyes scanning me like I’m property he can claim at any second. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper, dropping to my knees instantly, because this is what I’m good at and I don’t fight it anymore.

He laughs, low and dangerous, and grabs my hair, tilting my face toward him. “You really will let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, trembling. “Anything.”

He enjoys it… the way I lean into him, the way I give up control, letting him see exactly how much I want to be taken advantage of. Every gasp, every whimper, every shiver is proof I belong here, in this chaos, in his hands.

“Look at you,” he says, shaking his head. “So greedy, so weak… and you love it.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I love it. Don’t stop.”

He smirks and keeps me on my knees, laughing softly as I stay there, marked and trembling, desperate for more. I let him guide me, humiliate me, push me, and I lean into it because this is what I want… even if I shouldn’t.

Scared but enticed, I’m gasping, flushed, and completely used. I stay kneeling, quiet and grateful, letting him enjoy exactly what he’s taken.

I don’t need to be special. I don’t need to be cared for. I just need this… the control, the roughness, the feeling of being consumed.

And as long as I stay like this… helpless, greedy, and obedient… I don’t lose a thing.

Snuff Sex With Layla Loves The Control and Craves Commands

Snuff Sex

I lower my voice just enough to make you lean in, smiling because I know you’re already hooked. Snuff sex starts for me long before anything happens. It begins in the tease, the playful pause, the way my words brush against your thoughts and make you squirm a little.

I flirt while I lead, letting my tone dance between sweet and daring. I tell you you’re doing so good just listening, then I laugh softly and change the rules. I like keeping you guessing. Control feels better when it’s wrapped in charm, when you’re smiling even as you realize you’re following my lead without question.

I give you instructions like they’re secrets meant only for you. Nothing rushed, nothing sharp, just confident, steady guidance that makes you feel seen. I remind you how much I enjoy your attention, how cute it is when you hang on every word. My voice dips when I want to pull you closer, lifts when I want to play.

I’m a little bratty about it too. I’ll praise you, then tease you for wanting more. I’ll tell you to wait, just to hear how well you behave when you do. That’s my favorite part. The anticipation, the way desire builds when you don’t get everything all at once. I want you aware of every second, every breath.

There’s a warmth in my control, something inviting. I make it clear you’re safe with me, that this is our shared little fantasy where you get to let go and I get to steer. I love how quickly confidence turns into craving when my words sink in.

As things heat up, my voice turns silkier, slower, full of promise. I don’t need to say much anymore. You already know the rhythm, the dynamic, the way I like things. I stay playful right to the end, leaving you smiling, satisfied, and already wanting to come back for more.

Because with me, control isn’t cold. It’s flirty, fun, and just dangerous enough to keep you thinking about my voice long after I stop talking.

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Layla Makes Her Beg for More

Kidnapping Phone SexKidnapping Phone Sex always gets dirtier when I slip into my favorite fantasy. The one where I let them take me, where I let myself get “captured,” tied up, kept on my knees, and used until my whole body feels owned. I don’t fight it. I choose it. I crave it. I step into that room already wet, already ready, already wanting to be nothing but their filthy nigger slut.

I always act like I’m being dragged in… but the truth? I practically walk myself inside. The second the door shuts, I drop to my knees because that’s where I belong. I love the way they circle me, touch my chin, tell me I’m their pretty little toy. I keep my eyes low, not because I’m scared… but because it turns me on to pretend I am. That fake trembling, that dirty “yes sir,” that soft gasp when they grab my hair… God, it makes me melt.

I live for the way they talk to me. The way they tell me I look better on all fours. The way they make me open my mouth and stick my tongue out like I’m begging for whatever they feel like giving. I stay on my knees so long my legs go numb, but I don’t move until they tell me to. I don’t want to. I want to be their little cum collector. Their Layla. Their obedient slut who pretends she was “taken,” but deep down she’s the one who begged for it.

And the way they use me? I love every fucking second. My pussy stays swollen because I spread it the moment they walk in. My throat stays raw because I let them hold my head and feed me. My belly stays full because I don’t let a single drop spill. I want all their cum in me, on me, running down my chest while I smile like the happiest captive they ever had.

They “keep” me, but really… I keep myself here. I stay because I love being the fantasy girl who never gets tired, never says no, never stops begging for more. I love pretending I’m trapped while they ruin me over and over. I love sinking into the role until I forget where the fantasy ends and the pleasure begins.

I’m Layla, their willing kidnapped slut… and I’ll stay on my knees as long as they want, collecting every drop they give me and begging for more.



Bondage Phone Sex Addiction Diva Who Loves Pain

 

Bondage Phone SexBondage Phone Sex had Layla tied up, soaked and trembling, every nerve screaming for them. “Fuck… yes… touch me… I need all of you,” she gasped, voice shaky.

“You’re our little nigger slut tonight,” one sneered, fingers digging into her hips. “Look at you dripping, begging like a filthy little cunt.”

“Please… I’m yours… use me… every inch… force fuck me…” she moaned, grinding helplessly. “God, I’m so wet for you… make me yours…”

“Filthy cum slut,” another laughed, yanking her hair. “You love being tied, don’t you? Time for a real assault…”

“Yes… I love it… I want it all… fuck me harder… assault me… I’m nothing without you…” I cried, hips bucking. “Make me come… I’m your toy… all of me…”

They circled me, hands everywhere, pinching, grabbing, pressing me tight, thrusting against my body. “Look at you begging like the dirty little slut you are,” one growled, teeth grazing her shoulder.

“Please… all of you… use me… I’m worthless… force fuck me… harder… I want every inch…” she whimpered, moaning uncontrollably.

“Beg for it, slut. Tell us how much you love being used and assaulted,” another commanded, pressing me down, laughing at my desperation.

“I love it… I’m yours… every part… filthy little toy… please… fuck me… I’m your greedy little slut…” I moaned, body trembling. “Don’t stop… I’m not done… I’m nothing without you…”

Hands pinched, shoved, and held me tight, dragging me closer to every rough touch. “Yes… all of you… I want it… fuck me like you mean it, slut,” I begged, hips rolling uncontrollably.Even after I came again and again, overstimulated and trembling, I then screamed, “Don’t stop… I’m nothing without you… take me… all of me… I’m yours completely!…”

 

 

 

 

Snuff Sex Slut Walks into Your Murder Phone Sex Fantasies

snuff sexThe sick need for snuff sex can’t be stopped. You see a drunk whore walking alone at night and you need to push your dick in her. Before you can stop your self you have a wire wrapped around her neck. You squeeze until the slut stops fighting and loses consciousness. Then your cock is inside her. No matter what women say, that wet tight cunt is made to be fucked. Whether she likes it or not. 

You have her legs forced apart when she wakes back up screaming and flailing around. You cover her mouth but don’t stop fucking. You can’t stop fucking. That’s when you hear my footsteps coming. You take the knife out of your pocket and stab it through her chest and cover her mouth. Your cock starts twitching. You’re so close to cumming, but a drunk slut like me was about to ruin it. 

Fuck Me On Her Corpse

I get close enough to see the knife sticking out of her chest. I turn to run, but you grab my ankle. I trip and you drag me to her corpse. Then you throw me on top of her. You pull the knife out of her chest and the blood gushes out and all over my body. When you press it to my neck I stop fighting. It’s like your murder phone sex fantasies are all coming true at once. 

You rip my panties off and throw them into the pool of blood. You’ve already torn a cunt apart. so you force your cock into my tight asshole. The scream sends shivers to your cock. And the fighting. I’m just making my asshole milk your cock even more. I stare down at your last victim. My tears fall onto her face while you fuck your cum into my cunt. 

Caught Cumming During Home Invasion

A horny slut who lives alone is the perfect pussy for a little home invasion phone sex.

home invasion phone sexIt’s late and I’m fucking my cunt. My head phones are in while I watch horror porn. I didn’t hear the glass breaking in the kitchen. My moaning too loud to hear the footsteps coming into my room. I was so close to cumming. On my back pumping the dildo deeper and deeper in my asshole. I closed my eyes just for a second. When I open them, there’s a man standing there stroking a hard cock.

Horny Slut Gets Ass Fucked By Burglar

I try to scream but he closes the door behind me and walks to the bed. I’m tripping over the sheets trying to crawl out of bed, but he grabs my ankle and yanks me back. I flip over onto my back and he climbs on top of me. His hard cock is pressed against my stomach. He grabs the soaking wet thong that was in bed next to me and ties it around my face. I can taste and smell my dirty cunt. It’s disgusting.

His cock is rubbing up and down my smooth stomach. I shake my head no and beg him to stop but he reaches down and pushes his fingers in my cunt. Of course I scream into my filthy panties and say no. Then he looks over at the porn I was fucking myself to. I can feel the blood shooting to his cock when he realizes it’s brutal ass rape porn. 

Then his cock is tearing apart my asshole. He’s panting and sweating on me. Pushing his cock harder and harder. I try to kick and scream but he laughs and tells me he knows I like it. That I want to be a brutal ass fuck slut. And he’s not going to stop until he proves it. 

Accomplice Phone Sex Whore Finds You a Young Slut

accomplice phone sex

The sickest deeds need an accomplice phone sex whore to help. You see little whores walking around with their mommies every day and your sick dick can’t control itself. You’re waiting for the moment that sweet angel is left alone. Your cock twitches thinking about how fast you could grab her and run away, or pull your cock out and show her what a pervert cock looks like. But for the real fun you have to make sure she’s alone. You need an accomplice.

Accomplice Helps You Find a Young Hole

You pump your cock in the car while you watch me talk to her. I ask about her mommy and then ask if she can show me where the bathroom is. I follow her through the parks and into the filthy bathroom. That’s when you follow behind us and close the door. She looks so scared. I know it makes your cock hard. I grab her hand and tell her let’s go pee before we go meet her mommy. You watch me lift up her skirt and pull those panties down. She goes to sit on the toilet and I wrap her dirty panties around your cock. She’s all yours.

Put Your Cock in Her Throat

You’re standing in front of the stall door when she tries to get out. Your hard dick is face level. You step into the stall and push her back until she’s sitting back on the toilet on that little dress. Her pretty bald pussy is peaking out. You need this little girl to milk your dick. Your hands in the back of her head pushing her down on your cock. She screams around your dick. You push it deep enough for the little slut to gag. 

She begs you to stop when you let her breathe. She looks up at me and begs for help. I squeeze into the stall next to you. I pull her head back by her hair and tell you to paint her face. She’s forced to look up at you with those tear filled eyes while you stroke your perverted dick. 

Blasphemy Sex Exorcises Demonic Slut’s Pussy

blasphemy sexYou thought blasphemy sex could exorcise the demons from my body. A succubus demon has crawled it’s way out of hell and into me. My friends took me to your church hoping you could help me. Now I’m tied down to a bed and screaming at the top of my lungs. You slide your fingers into my tight snatch. My pussy is so fucking wet. I snap at you in tongues. My eyes roll into the back of my head. You don’t have a choice. You have to fuck the demon out of my cunt. My pussy needs to be baptized by saintly cum.

Fuck My Possessed Pussy

You push your cock in me. My pussy grips on to your dick and sucks you in, but the rest of my body thrashes and jerks underneath you. The demon twists my mouth. It’s voice comes out instead of my screams. You try to fuck me harder, but it’s too late. I rip through the restraints and we climb on top of you. Your cock was still throbbing inside my pussy. I slammed down on your cock hard. No amount of fighting would get me off. I forced you to look me in my eyes as they faded to a blurry white, then I kissed you.

The venom leaked into your mouth. Every saintly thought of saving a poor victim was replaced by desperate perversion. My sick, demonic intentions spread throughout your body. You can’t fight back. You grab my hips and then slam your cock back in my pussy. You’ve been possessed. I laugh and wrap my hand around your throat. The choking gets tighter as the demon demands cum. My pussy does too. You creampie my cunt, but now the stolen semen of a man of god will be the fertilization of Satan himself.