The sweet scent of vanilla and sugar was still heavy in the air, a domestic bliss I never expected would turn into my darkest, filthiest craving. I was just pulling a tray of cookies from the oven when the shadow fell over me, cold and sudden. Before I could scream, a thick, gloved hand clamped over my mouth and a Strangle Fantasy became my terrifying, breathless reality.

I felt the oxygen vanish as he pinned me against the kitchen counter, his weight crushing my small frame into the marble while his fingers dug into the soft skin of my throat. He didn’t speak a word; he just dragged me toward the bedroom, his grip on my windpipe never loosening for a second. I was a helpless hostage in my own home, a plaything for a man who had been watching me from the darkness for weeks.

He flipped me over, forcing me into a submissive doggy-style position on the edge of the bed. I felt the cold air hit my skin as he ripped my clothes away, leaving my busty tits to bounce wildly and heavy with every violent, rhythmic thrust as he began fucking the absolute shit out of me from behind. The pain was sharp, but the sensation of his hand tightening around my neck sent a jolt of primal electricity straight to my dripping wet cunt.

My vision slowly started getting blurry, as he hammered his cock into me. Every time I tried to gasp for air, he tightened his hold, forcing me to find a sick pleasure in the suffocation. He told me he’s been “dreaming” of jizzing on my face all week, and couldn’t take it anymore. I was becoming addicted to the way he claimed me, a little fuck doll being used for his twisted satisfaction.

Just as I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of the friction, he leaned forward and ripped off his ski mask. I expected a monster, but I saw a face that was devastatingly handsome… a hard jaw and hungry eyes that told me he knew exactly how much I was enjoying this. Seeing how fuckable he actually was changed everything. My clit began to throb and get harder than it had ever been as I realized that being “Raped” by a man this sexy wasn’t just bad… It was everything I wanted.

I stopped fighting and started arching my back, begging for the pressure, my pussy soaking the sheets as he finished. I am his captive now, his busty little baker turned into a gasping, shivering wreck. I don’t want to be rescued. I want him to break my back in every single angle he could think of, then leave me with a messy cum facial before he disappears into the night. Maybe if you’re as obsessed as he is, he’ll let you watch while he chokes the life… right out of me.

Layla

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