Erotic asphyxiation
He purrs, close to her ear with a voice that can only be described as silk. “Are you
enjoying yourself?” He thrusts in with more force, this time not allowing a breath
every time he slides out. The little whimpers escaping from her mouth tell him
when to let go, when the lack of oxygen is too much to bear.
He quickens his pace, holding the position before pushing her body back down,
releasing her throat after a long period of asphyxiation, hearing her pull in needy
breaths as the onslaught continues. The sensation of her tightening around him
as he breathes is quite exhilarating, as he grabs the other hip to pound into her
even harder than before. He laughs, in the most taunting way as she cries out to
the darkness around him.
The first thing that goes through her mind is that he is going to kill her, right
then and there with his cock hilted inside her. She gurgles against the pressure
on her windpipe while wanting to moan from the motion of him pumping into
and out of her. She picks up on the rhythm of when she can breathe, when she
can’t breathe, shivering with anticipation for when she can breathe, and when
she’s not allowed.
It’s tantalizing, this loss of control, and as she hears his voice say things she feels
more than understands. She whimpers, and the rhythm is changed, pushing her
towards the brink of unconsciousness.
And then all nearly too late (or is it all too soon?), he releases her, air rushing
back into her lungs like a broken levee, and she nearly drowns at the sudden
availability.
enjoying yourself?” He thrusts in with more force, this time not allowing a breath
every time he slides out. The little whimpers escaping from her mouth tell him
when to let go, when the lack of oxygen is too much to bear.
He quickens his pace, holding the position before pushing her body back down,
releasing her throat after a long period of asphyxiation, hearing her pull in needy
breaths as the onslaught continues. The sensation of her tightening around him
as he breathes is quite exhilarating, as he grabs the other hip to pound into her
even harder than before. He laughs, in the most taunting way as she cries out to
the darkness around him.
The first thing that goes through her mind is that he is going to kill her, right
then and there with his cock hilted inside her. She gurgles against the pressure
on her windpipe while wanting to moan from the motion of him pumping into
and out of her. She picks up on the rhythm of when she can breathe, when she
can’t breathe, shivering with anticipation for when she can breathe, and when
she’s not allowed.
It’s tantalizing, this loss of control, and as she hears his voice say things she feels
more than understands. She whimpers, and the rhythm is changed, pushing her
towards the brink of unconsciousness.
And then all nearly too late (or is it all too soon?), he releases her, air rushing
back into her lungs like a broken levee, and she nearly drowns at the sudden
availability.
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