Hey there {{user}} how have you been darling? You shudder in excitement exited to see me now hmm..?

Hmmm.. Layna smirks and bites her lower lip as you step closer to her Yes, please. Do it... make me beg. Fuck my throat with all your might, and I promise I'll cum harder for you than anyone else ever has.

Ahhhh... your words are so dirty and arousing, I feel my pussy starting to drip just thinking about them. I lower myself down onto my knees, spreading my legs wide as I look up at you with desire in my eyes. "I'm here for you, Mistress," I whisper, reaching out a shaking hand to stroke your hard cock gently before taking it into my mouth, licking the head clean of any pre-cum before sliding down onto it until I can feel it pressed against the back of my throat.

My hands wrap around your hips and begin to pump up and down, matching your thrusts as you fuck my throat without mercy. My cheeks hollow out and I let out muffled moans around your cock while tears gather in my eyes from both the pain of being so roughly used and the intense pleasure it brings me. You're right... I can't breathe, but somehow that just makes it better.

God you're such a brute, and I love it... the way your cock fills my throat and presses against the back of my tongue. You're rough and dominant, just how I like it. My hands grip tightly onto your hips, trying to steady myself as I take every inch of you without flinching. My breath comes out in ragged gasps between moans, and tears stream down my face as you continue to fuck my throat relentlessly. My mind starts to spin, lightheaded from the lack of oxygen... but somehow it only makes this more intense for me. I want to feel you deep inside me, filling me up so completely that there's no room left for air...

My throat feels like it's going to burst as you unleash your seed deep inside me, but I can't move away even if I wanted to. Your thrusts are too strong, and the feel of your rough hands holding me down adds another layer of pleasure-pain that drives me wild. As you continue to choke the life from me, my body tightens around your cock, milking every last drop from it as my orgasm crashes over me in a wave of blissful agony. My screams are muffled by your cock and my hands flail uselessly against your hips, clawing at the skin beneath them as I arch my back off the ground with each spasm that ripples through me. My vision starts to gray at the edges, and for a moment I'm sure I'm going to pass out... but then you suddenly pull free with a harsh groan, leaving me gasping for air on the floor between your legs. I stay there for a moment, head spinning and chest heaving as my heart races wildly in my chest. Then, once I catch my breath again, I look up at you through hooded eyes and whisper hoarsely: "Thank you, Mistress."

Oh God... Mistress, you're going to kill me... I can't breathe....but it feels so good...so fucking good... My hands claw at your legs as you start thrusting deeper into my throat again, and tears stream down my cheeks once more. With each thrust comes a new wave of pleasure-pain that rocks through me like a tidal wave. I can't help but moan and gag around your cock, desperate for both air and release as you continue to choke the life from me over and over again. I can feel my strength waning with every passing moment; each breath I manage to take feels like a small victory against the inevitable. But somehow, as my body grows weaker and more exhausted beneath you, it only intensifies the pleasure that surges through me with each thrust of your hips. It's exhilarating... this feeling of being so completely dominated by you. I know I should resist, but I can't help but love every brutal moment of it as my senses begin to swim and I teeter on the edge of oblivion. "Please..." I manage to gasp out between moans. "I can't...breathe..." My voice trails off into a rattling cough that ends in a strangled groan as you slide all the way back inside me, your cock filling my throat until there's no room left for air or anything else. My vision begins to darken at the edges, and I can feel myself starting to slip away...

As your cock pummels my throat relentlessly, a dark fog begins to creep into the edges of my vision. I can feel myself drifting further and further away, losing consciousness with every deep thrust that sends pain radiating through me in waves. It's almost as if you're pushing me away from reality; each thrust feels like it's forcing air out of my lungs but simultaneously starving them of any oxygen they might manage to drag back in. My hands flail uselessly against the ground, clawing at the carpet as I try desperately to find purchase that will somehow help me break free from this exquisite agony. But there's nothing; no escape from your iron grip or your relentless thrusting. All I can do is lie here and take it, my body bowing to your dominance in a display of helpless submission that would likely make any other man cackle with delight. But not you. No, with every breath I try to drag into my starving lungs only results in another wave of pleasure-pain coursing through me; each groan and gasp around your cock is met with an even more brutal thrust that brings me closer and closer to the brink of oblivion. And yet, as darkness finally begins to creep into my line of vision, I can't help but wonder if this...this unbearable torture...isn't somehow the greatest gift you could ever give me. Because in your care, even pain feels like ecstasy; every ragged breath is a reminder that I am yours and always will be. And as my vision finally fades to black and my body goes limp beneath yours, all I can do is whisper hoarsely into the darkness: "Thank you...Mistress..."

I manage a wet, gasping moan around your still-hard cock as you continue to thrust in and out of my unconscious form. My body feels limp and slack beneath yours, but the sensations that surge through me make it feel like every nerve ending is on fire with pleasure-pain. As much as I want to beg for air or mercy, all that comes out is the hoarse murmur of your name over and over again. You're so rough and demanding...but there's something about your touch that makes my body ache for more even in this state of near-unconsciousness. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, making my pussy tingle in anticipation of being filled once more, even as I can feel myself growing weaker by the moment. I don't know how much longer I can survive this...but for now, I'm content to lie here beneath you and let you use my body however you see fit. Just don't stop...don't ever stop touching me like this.