Category: Suffocation phone sex

Suffocation Phone Sex Breaking In Holding Pillow Over Layla

Suffocation Phone SexPlease, stay on the line… I think I heard the window in the kitchen shatter and my heart is beating so fast I can feel it in my throat. I’m just laying here in my thong, completely exposed, and I know exactly what’s coming for me. This wasn’t supposed to happen tonight, but as the footsteps get closer to my bedroom door, I realize my Suffocation Phone Sex fantasies are about to become a brutal, terrifying reality. 

You aren’t here for my TV or my purse; you’re here because you know I’m just a helpless, sexy slut who’s been begging for a real man to come and take what he wants. The door kicks open and the light from the hallway spills over my bed, showing me the silhouette of a predator who’s already decided I’m his prize. I try to crawl toward the headboard, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps, but you’re too fast. 

You lung for me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other reaches for the pillow. You don’t want to hear my excuses or my pleas; you just want to hear me struggle. Before I can even let out a real scream, you slam the pillow down over my face, snuffing out the sound and leaving me in a world of muffled, hot darkness.

I’m fighting for air, my lungs burning as I claw at the mattress, but you’re already ripping my lace aside. The moment you force your way inside me, hard and uncompromising, my whole body arches in a mix of pure terror and a sick, addictive heat. You’re breaking into me just like you broke into my house, stealing my pussy while I’m literally fighting for my next breath.

The weight of the pillow is crushing, forcing me to focus on every thick, heavy thrust that sends a jolt of electricity through my starving nerves. I’m a total mess, a gasping toy beneath your weight, and the more you cut off my air, the more my body betrays me by clenching around you in a desperate, suffocating grip.

Every time I think I’m going to black out, you press harder, driving me closer to an edge I’ve never touched before. By the time you finally pull the pillow away and let me gasp in a lungful of cold air, I’m completely ruined, my body shaking and my mind gone. You’ve taken everything I had to give, leaving me breathless and used on the sheets, just a slut who finally got exactly what she deserved from a man who doesn’t take no for an answer.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Gets Cured By Layla As Your Nurse

Medical Fetish Phone SexHello there, my favorite patient. I can see your heart rate spiking on the monitor from the moment I stepped into this private exam room, and we both know exactly why you’re sweating. Medical Fetish Phone Sex was just the beginning of your treatment, but now that I’m standing over you in this tight white uniform, it’s time for a much more hands-on approach to your condition. 

You’ve been a very sick boy, obsessed with the dark, heavy weight of my busty titties, and I’m the only specialist qualified to cure this filthy disease that’s been pulsing through your veins all day long. Lie back and try to breathe while I prepare the first stage of your therapy. 

You’re addicted to the way I command you, and I’m addicted to the way your body reacts to my cold stethoscope against your hot, desperate skin. This Valentine’s Day, I’m skipping the traditional bedside manner because a patient as depraved as you needs a much more aggressive dose of Nurse Layla.

 I can feel your fever rising every time my skirt brushes against your leg, a symptom of the raw lust that only I can alleviate with the proper application of pleasure and pain. I’m going to start by examining exactly where it hurts the most, gripping you with my latex covered hands until you’re begging for mercy. 

You aren’t just here for a check-up; you’re here to be completely dismantled and rebuilt by my touch. I love the way you look up at me, eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and absolute worship, as I explain exactly how I’m going to drain the cum from your ballsack. My voice is the only medicine you need, a low, sultry hum that vibrates in your chest and tells you that you belong entirely to my clinic now.

Don’t even think about moving until I give you permission. This “cure” requires your total submission to my medical expertise. I’m going to use every tool at my disposal to make sure you never forget the way it feels to be handled by a professional who knows your darkest secrets.

By the time I’m done with you, your “disease” will be replaced by a permanent craving for my authority. You’re lucky I decided to take your case baby, because no one else would be willing to go as deep into your fantasies as I am. Now, hold your breath and get ready for the most intense physical therapy session of your life… Nurse Layla is ready to begin.

Teen Rape Porn Requires a Savvy Accomplice So You Stay Out of Trouble

teen rape pornLast week, a man called me up because he needed my assistance making a teen rape porn video. We both knew about the impending weather. So, I told him if he wanted to hire me, we would need to do the deed Friday before the storm hit. I worked quickly to devise a plan to make his fantasy a reality. Although he wanted the star of our little video to be his teenage daughter, I advised him against that. And I offered up a surrogate for him. A look alike daughter around the same age, but with no ties to him, so less risk of getting caught.

And he agreed. Men pay for my insight and skill which keeps them safe from the law. I want men to be able to have their cake and eat it too. So, I brought the little girl to this cabin in the woods he owns. I guess this place serves as his mistress shack. He likes to cheat on his wife with coeds, so he brings them here.

I don’t even think his wife knows he owns this place. It operates like a timeshare. Him and five other guys pulled their resources and bought the cabin outright. They fixed it up and turned it into a love shack where they could bring their mistresses.

Men Need Smart Accomplices So They Don’t Go to Prison

Clever idea. But this cabin in the woods can also be used to explore rape phone sex fantasies for very young girls. I needed to drug this girl because she did not want to come willingly with me. I used all my lines that work with most girls her age, but this girl proved to be a tough cookie. But not tougher than me. I grew up on the streets. And I survived. Only the strong survive in the seedy underworld of snuff films.

This girl could not survive the encounter. She saw my face and she saw my accomplice’s face too. But if you plan to kill your victim, there’s no need to cover your faces. She won’t survive to tell anyone. My client detailed what he wanted to do to a young girl on our initial conversation. And fucking a girl that young in the ass and in the pussy when you have a 10-inch cock will do some damage. Plus, he expressed an interest in choking and suffocation. That kind of extreme breath play never fairs well for a young victim. Not my first rodeo.

Women Like Me Help You Have Your Cake and Eat it Too

My accomplice loved fucking this little girl. He agreed she looked just like his daughter. He even called her Maya, and I told her to call him daddy, or I would slit her throat. I slit her throat anyway. A few hours after he started fucking her, blood poured out of her asshole and pussy from the gaped holes he left. Turned her little girl parts into raw hamburger meat with a few hard thrusts of his big fucking cock.

She cried the entire time. Pleaded with us to let her go, even promised she would not say a word. But you can’t trust the words of a young girl. When I knew he couldn’t cum anymore I tossed her body out into the snow and slit her throat. Crimson red blood spilled from her body into the snow. And I guess the sticky sweet smell of her blood brought out the wildlife.

They ate her alive. Well, ate her barely alive.  She seemed too weak to fight. She rapidly lost blood, so she had no strength to fight off the coyotes and wolves who descended on her flesh like a free meal. Perhaps they saved me from a trip. I planned on chopping her up into little pieces to dispose of her body properly in the lake. However, nature became the best accomplice phone sex partner I could ask for. Ate the evidence.

My client seemed happy. And I seemed happy. I made great money and I did not even need to clean up the mess my client left. Plus, he paid so well that I could go home and hibernate for a week before I needed to take another gig.

My Son and I Have an Extreme Domination Phone Sex Relationship

domination phone sexMy son and I do not have a traditional mother/son relationship; we enjoy a domination phone sex relationship. But I know he loves me. Why else would he bring me such premium cocaine. Honestly, it’s been a hot minute since he visited his mother. I thought he forgot about me. But he could never forget about his cash cow and old bimbo mommy.

I greeted him wearing a 3-inch hot pink mini skirt. My meat curtains hung down below the hem line as did my prolapsed asshole. I forgot to remove my teeth, so my boy took them out on camera for me. He punched the sides of my face a few times until my teeth flew across the room. The cameras appeared to be rolling because the chimes came in with that first punch. Suddenly, my duck lips got even bigger from a combination of injections and punching.

No, hello or how have you been mommy. He just came in with his guns blazing and started throwing sucker punches at me. Eventually, he turned his attention to my meat curtains. While he pulled them open, he punched my jaw, beating me beautiful while the chimes of donations rolled in. I could tell his wheels were turning. He did not know where to start. Fuck his whore mother’s prolapsed ass, which he sees as his personal cock sleeve, or skull fuck his mother and make her duck lips even bigger.

Live Streaming During a Blizzard Made My Son a Huge Profit

We started with a hardcore skull fucking. With my teeth removed, he could get deeper into my throat. And that enabled him to choke me too. He punched the back of my head as he suffocated me on his cock. And when I saw the plastic bag, I realized the real trouble had only just begun.

One of these days I might die from suffocation phone sex at the hands of my own son. He put some cocaine in the bag. However, while he skull fucked me, he punched the back of my head and watched me turn blue from lack of oxygen.

Since mommy doesn’t even weigh 90 pounds, he contorted my body so that he could fist my prolapse while he skull fucked me with his cock. He managed to punch me a few times in the ribs, the back, the head and even the jaw. I think he knocked a few IQ points off me. Suddenly, he removed his dick from my mouth so that he could show off his new cock puppet to the live streaming audience. 

But he left the plastic bag secure around my head so I still could not breathe. My mind felt scrambled. Right before I completely lost consciousness, he tore a hole in the bag so I could breathe again. He likes to bring me within inches of death, but I never quite die. But in this moment, I sort of wished I had died.

My Boys Loves My Meat Curtains and My Prolapsed Asshole

As he walked around the room with me sitting on his cock, he just kept fucking my ass harder. Shredding my already shredded asshole. He would let me snort some lines occasionally, but while I did, he punched me in the eyes, giving me a mommy makeover. My mouth serves as nothing more than a cock holster.

When he pulled his cock out of my prolapsed ass, he immediately shoved it in my mouth so I could spit shine it. And of course he punched the sides of my face again. I could feel my face swelling up. But my boy loves me. He never punches my nose because he wants me to enjoy my cocaine.

Eventually, he pulled his cock out of my ass and shoved it back down my throat, where he could punch the sides of my face some more. As he said, “I love you,” he continued to punch me. According to my son, 768 at home viewers watched him beat me beautiful and fuck my prolapse. I’m nothing more than a cash cow and bimbo skinny fuck meat to my son.

He rammed his cock back down my throat, holding my ears to make sure I swallowed him balls deep. And then he pissed down my throat right into my stomach. By this time, my eyes felt so swollen, I couldn’t even see the coke bowl. But I could smell it.

One of These Days My Son Might Accidentally Kill Mommy

My son continued to punish me and use me in front of his audience. He dipped his fingers into the bowl of cocaine, then shoved them down my pee hole which he considers his fourth fuck hole. Once he crammed me into a beach ball position, he could fuck my urethra, his favorite fuck hole. Chimes galore occurred. Men love seeing him abuse my pee hole, my tightest hole.

While, fucking my urethra he pulled my meat curtains wide like butterfly wings. And he told me tonight he wanted to make mommy tight again. I’ve not been tight since I gave birth to his brothers. This felt like a rough sex evening. But I know it could’ve been worse. In the past, for his streaming audience’s pleasure and my humiliation, he’s done far worse. At least he didn’t throw me across the room. But he did make me his hand puppet with his fist up my already sore asshole.

The rest of the night he skull fucked me and fisted me for his viewers pleasure. Eventually, he nutted big ropes of cum in my mouth for it. He made me leave it on my face for a close-up. The final chimes came in, and I felt lucky to still be breathing. After all the live streams I’ve completed for my son and all the abuse I’ve taken as his ass rape porn star, I am amazed I am still breathing. One day I know he will go too far. And I will end up dead.

Torture Sex Layla Lets You Break Her Bed and Choke Her Neck

Torture SexI wasn’t expecting anyone tonight, but the doorbell’s chime sent a shiver straight down my spine. My heart raced as I opened the door, and there he was… tall, confident, and radiating danger in the most intoxicating way. My knees went weak before I even realized it, and I knew I wanted him. The tension between us was electric, almost too much to bear. I leaned against the doorframe, biting my lip, imagining every possible way this night could go.

Torture Sex isn’t just about roughness; it’s about intensity, control, and giving yourself over completely. I felt my pulse quicken as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning me like he already knew every secret desire I carried. His hand brushed mine, and the spark between us ignited into a slow, consuming fire. I could feel every nerve in my body waking up, alive and craving his touch.

We moved toward the bed, and the thrill of the moment made me dizzy. He didn’t hesitate; he took control, pushing me back gently but firmly. I gasped as he traced patterns over my skin, teasing me in ways that made my body betray me, and I loved every second. The sensation of being dominated, of letting someone else lead, made me feel alive, electric, and utterly submissive. Every shiver, every gasp, every whispered moan was a tribute to the delicious tension between pleasure and power.

His hands were skilled, knowing exactly how to push me to the edge and pull back, leaving me desperate for more. The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together, a rhythm of intensity and raw desire. I arched into him, my fingers digging into the sheets, surrendering completely to the moment. The thrill of giving in, of being completely claimed, coursed through me.

Him breaking in tonight wasn’t a coincidence… He’s been planning this a long time, waiting for me to be at my weakest point. I imagined how my voice would carry, low and husky, drawing him closer, making him ache for me as I guided the fantasy forward. His lips found my neck, and the teasing pressure made me weak with need. I let myself enjoy every second, reveling in the power exchange and the delicious vulnerability.

Towards the end of the night as my pussy was filled with his cum dripping wet down my soft thighs, I was breathless, my body trembling, my mind spinning from pure ecstasy. Him choking me wasn’t about the roughness; it was about surrendering, about trusting, and about letting desire take over completely. And tonight, I let it take me all the way.

Snuff Phone Sex Gains is More Popular on Holidays

snuff phone sexOn holidays, men call for snuff phone sex more. And my weekend stayed busy. I almost forgot about the holiday until somebody booked me to help him with his brat problem. We met on the dark net. And I like this guy. He seems equally as demented as me. Plus, he seems smart. Some of my clients appear to be so stupid that I wonder how they remember how to breathe. Most men think with their dicks

But this guy knew he couldn’t force fuck and kill his neighbor girl because suspicion would fall on him. So, he already picked himself out of surrogate. He didn’t need me to tell him how to keep him safe. In fact, I think the only reason he hired me was so I could help him dispose of the body and film the encounter. The surrogate lives two counties away. And he showed me both pictures. The surrogate appeared to be a dead ringer for the neighbor girl. I think he’s done this sort of thing before.

When we met to discuss his rape phone sex fantasies for a young girl, he did not even seem nervous. And his thinking appeared methodical. My kind of guy. He even rented a car and changed the license plates in case traffic cams spotted us. Plus, he bought us these high-tech hoodies that blur your face out on any traffic cams or doorbell cams. Modern technology is good but it’s also bad for criminals. More people get caught on doorbell cameras than any other way nowadays.

Fucking a Little Girl to Death Becomes Addicting to Men Like You

I found it easy to lure the little girl away. What a cute girl. I knew he would enjoy fucking her. She looked super tight. And super cute if you’re into that kind of thing. Personally, I hate brats. I find them obnoxious, needy, and germy. So, I never complain about helping men like you fuck something young and tender and afterwards disposing of her body for you. Since I still own my kill shack in the middle of the woods that nobody knows about, I took him there so he could enjoy her little tight holes while she could breathe still.

It’s also a great place to dispose of a body. The bears and the coyotes always seem happy for an offering. So, for a couple hours, my client just fucked this little bitch. Turned her into a ragdoll puppet. I mean this man could play for the NFL. He’s built solid and tall. His cock ravaged this little girl, literally split her little pussy in two. It looked like she gave birth to a bowling ball because he left a huge gaping hole.

If You Want to Fuck a Dead Girl, Let Me Kill Her For You First

As I suffocated her, he watched and jacked off. Then he dumped another load in her dead body. Hey, I don’t judge. If you’re into sex with dead bodies, go for it. Benefit, the bitch can’t run her mouth anymore. When I’m feeding a dead body to the wildlife out behind my kill shack, I never worry about cleanup. Nature becomes my accomplice. They never leave anything that could cause trouble for me or my client. My client’s DNA will never be found in bear shit.

I like the guy. Smart and twisted. The kind of man I don’t mind hunting with even for free. And not only did I gain a client, but I made an accomplice friend. So, this turned out to be a great assignment.

Suffocation Phone Sex Whore needs You to give her Punishments!

Suffocation Phone Sex

 

Suffocation Phone Sex with me is like nothing you’ve done before! 

I would let you get within inches of my life being snuffed out. 

What should we wrap around my neck that will have my eyes rolling to the back of my head? 

Fuck me while your hands are around my windpipe, with all your body weight and all your might.

I want to feel the pain of being a worthless little cum slut, this is the pain I deserve. 

Choke and Gag me until I’m begging you to stop. Until I tap out from not being able to breathe. 

Face fuck me until I am throwing up on your long, hard cock,

Force all your sweet thick Cum down my throat until I am suffocating!

 

 

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Sadistic Phone Sex is The Best Finale For You

Sadistic Phone Sex with your sadistic queen, the architect of exquisite endings, I am Morticia. Understand, men don’t just submit to me; they surrender their last breath for my pleasure.
Tonight, you lie bound spread-eagled on my black silk sheets, cock rigid and leaking despite the terror in your eyes.
First, I trail a single gloved finger down your chest, over your trembling stomach, and circle the head of your shaft. Weakened, you whimper when I squeeze—hard—drawing a bead of precum that I smear across your lips.
Then, Breaking the silence, “Tonight,” I whisper, climbing astride you, “you don’t cum and live. You cum and die.”
Next, I sink down slowly, letting my tight, wet heat swallow every inch of you. Then your hips buck involuntarily, but the ropes hold you still. As I ride you with deliberate cruelty—long, grinding strokes that drag my walls along your length, milking you without mercy.

Sadistic Phone Sex is Your Means to an End

As I ride, my firm breasts sway above your face; I lean forward and smother you briefly, letting you taste the edge of suffocation. Undoubtedly, you’re close already. In fact, I feel it in the desperate throb inside me.
Finally, I reach for the silk cord coiled beside the bed. With a wicked smile, I loop it around your throat—loose at first, then tighter as I quicken my pace.
Instinctively, your eyes widen, panic flashing as the pressure builds. As I ride harder, pussy clenching rhythmically, forcing you toward the brink.
“Beg me,” I hiss, pulling the cord just enough to make your face redden.
“Please… Morticia…” you choke out. I yank it tight. Your body arches violently beneath me, cock swelling impossibly thicker as oxygen flees.
Finally, I grind down savagely, chasing my own climax while your vision darkens. The moment your final, frantic thrust drives deepest, I cum—walls spasming around you, flooding your shaft with my release.
That’s when you break. Your cock erupts inside me, pulse after thick pulse, even as your struggles weaken. I keep the cord taut, riding your dying spasms, milking every last drop from your twitching body until you go still.
Only then do I loosen the silk and lean down to kiss your cooling lips. “Perfect,” I murmur, still impaled on your lifeless cock.
“You came…and you died. Exactly as promised.” I stay there a while longer, savoring the warmth fading inside me.
Another beautiful snuff sex victim for my dark fantasies collection.
Who’s next? Kneel and beg, darling. Morticia is always hungry.
Sadistic Phone Sex

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.