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I was choking Xuanxuan.

She was dressed very sexily, in shorts and a t-shirt. Although she wasn't tall, her cute face and sexy figure
were a perfect match, instantly arousing my desire.

She was speaking to me in front of me, and because she wasn't tall, she had to tilt her head back to look at me. At that moment, I wasn't
paying attention to what she was saying at all; my attention was entirely on her neck.

Her neck wasn't long, but it was round, smooth, and very full.

Her Adam's apple was quite prominent; even without tilting her head back, you could see it. When she tilted her head back, her sexy Adam's
apple always stirred up fantasies—fantasies of choking her, crushing her Adam's apple, watching her struggle in my hand until
she died.

I looked at her neck, and my hand involuntarily reached out and gently placed it on her neck, my thumb stroking
her Adam's apple.

She tried to move my hand away, but I gradually increased the pressure. She felt uncomfortable being choked,
her mouth slightly open, her brow furrowed.

She looked incredibly cute, evoking a feeling of pity but even more desire.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, I increased the pressure, choking her neck tightly and pinning her to the ground.

My thumb pressed down on her Adam's apple, forcing it down hard, and she screamed in pain.

My grip tightened, her neck becoming increasingly narrow. She struggled fiercely, but her strength was too
weak; it was just a futile struggle.

I moved my thumb to another spot, pressing it where her neck and chin met, choking her throat.

She couldn't breathe; her face slowly turned red, the suffocation causing her immense pain.

I could clearly see the rise and fall of her chest—it was incredibly sexy.

I pushed her onto the bed. Perhaps feeling the discomfort of being choked, she tried to change position, shifting
her body and suddenly tilting her head back, revealing her Adam's apple.

Her small Adam's apple didn't seem out of place; it was very sexy, bobbing up and down as if she were swallowing.

This was a huge temptation for me.

I grabbed her throat again, pressing down on her Adam's apple with almost all my might, so she
couldn't even swallow.

She continued to struggle, but to no avail. The suffocation lasted longer and longer, and I could feel
the amplitude and strength of her struggles gradually decreasing.

Only her chest was still rising and falling slightly, her full and firm breasts looking incredibly alluring.

But my attention was still focused on her neck. I loosened my grip slightly, and she opened her mouth wide, as if trying to
breathe air. I released my grip for three seconds, then immediately tightened it again. She seemed to regain some strength, and her struggles
increased slightly, but quickly subsided.

I released my grip again, repeating this several times until she had no strength left and stopped struggling, letting me do as I pleased.

I dragged her onto the bed, ravaging her neck and body, touching her breasts, soft
like , yet elastic. I held her neck with one hand and touched her breasts with the other, enjoying
the pleasure her body gave me.

She didn't struggle much, only occasionally kicking her legs or twisting her waist.

After enjoying her breasts, I gripped her neck with both hands, slowly increasing the pressure, watching her neck become thinner and thinner,
the veins on her neck clearly visible.

I pressed down on her Adam's apple, and she began a new round of struggle, but it quickly turned into constant convulsions. I
knew she was about to die.

I frantically gripped her throat with all my might, and I could almost hear
the .

Her convulsions became less frequent, only twitching occasionally.

Suddenly, her body tensed and began to convulse violently, saliva spitting from the corners of her mouth.

This continued for several seconds until her body went limp, the convulsions stopped, and she lay motionless.

Her unconscious appearance was incredibly beautiful, but I wasn't satisfied yet. I continued to grip her neck tightly, as if only
killing her would bring me fulfillment.

I reached a state of self-forgetfulness, ruthlessly strangling her.

Slowly, I realized I couldn't kill her yet, so I strangled her for several more seconds, watching her neck turn red,
her face turn purple, and her snow-white breasts, before reluctantly releasing my grip.

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empty except for her and me. She was packing her things to leave, her head bowed and
her back bent. I quietly admired her beauty.

She was very tall and slender, but not too thin; her curves were beautiful and incredibly sexy.

Her neck was long, perfectly matching her height. Its smooth, rounded shape and fair skin
looked delicate and alluring. Every time I looked at her neck, I wanted to grab it tightly and watch her struggle seductively in my hand.

She was still packing her things. I took out the rope I had prepared beforehand and slowly approached her.

Her slender, fair neck was perfect for strangling, and I had specially prepared a thin yet strong kite string
to make the strangulation look most beautiful.

I walked behind her. She finished packing, tilted her head back, and tried to fix her hair.

As she tilted her head back, I quickly looped the rope around her neck twice, then pulled hard, tightening
it around her neck completely.

Terrified, she tried to grab the rope, but I pulled her back
, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

I changed my position, pinning her to the ground and tightening the rope around her neck from the front.

Seeing it was me, she tried to ask what I was doing, but

I realized she could still speak, so I increased the pressure. She screamed in pain.

She tried to grab the rope, but it was too thin, and she couldn't hold on, so she started hitting me. But

I tightened the rope further.

Finding her struggles futile, she placed her hands on her neck, as if that would alleviate some of the pain.

With increasing force, the rope tightened deeply around her neck, digging into her skin.

Her face turned red, then purple, and the veins in her neck became visible.

Above the area where the rope was tightening was a red face, below was snow-white skin.

Her dress had a low neckline, revealing glimpses of her fair breasts.

It was irresistible to touch them.

Her legs were kicking, her body twisting, her long hair flying wildly, and her
fragrance .

I was completely captivated by her beauty.

Although I had fantasized about suffocating her many times before, the real her was even more breathtaking than I had imagined.
Her skin was whiter and more tender, the rope tightened even deeper, and her struggles were far more beautiful than I had imagined.

I was stunned by her beauty, my mind blank. At that moment, I wanted her neck and body to give me the greatest
pleasure.

She seemed to be getting more and more excited, her chest becoming more and more erect, and her struggles becoming more and more intense.

She kicked and struggled desperately, and I found her struggles incredibly satisfying to watch.

Gradually, her struggles reached their peak, her kicks becoming very frequent. Then, after a dozen seconds,
the large kicks turned into powerful stomping, and her body began to tremble rhythmically…

I looked at her breasts, which had become very full. Her low-cut top with a wide neckline accentuated her
sexiness , and through the neckline, I could see a clear cleavage and full breasts. I had heard that suffocation could lead to orgasm, and I
thought she must be at the peak of her orgasm right now.

I loosened my grip slightly and gently squeezed her full breasts with one hand. A look of
satisfied pleasure suddenly flashed across her face.

Stroking her breasts, accompanied by the trembling of her body, I knew that her struggles had just reached their peak,
and now she was beginning to lose control.

Her kicking became less frequent, and her body rarely twitched; she only struggled occasionally, indicating she
was still awake, but her consciousness was almost completely blurred.

I continued to tighten the rope around her neck while admiring her beautiful body.

I tightened the rope and tied a knot.

I thought it was time to give my hands a rest.

The knot wasn't too tight; she could barely breathe, preventing her from falling into a deep coma, but also preventing her from waking up.

The constricted blood vessels would keep her unconscious, but her weak breathing would at most put her in a mild coma.

I held her in my arms, kissing her face and lips, my hands gently resting on her neck, caressing
her beautiful, sexy, and alluring neck.

My hands moved down her neck, wandering over her breasts.

Due to suffocation, her breasts were very full and elastic to the touch; gently kneading and squeezing them felt
wonderful and incredibly comfortable.

I continued to caress her waist, stomach, buttocks, and thighs.

Her thighs were long, smooth, and snow-white, their perfect thickness perfectly proportioned to her figure.

Her body began to convulse, and I reveled in the beauty of her legs. After a while, her tense
body suddenly went limp.

I looked at her face—tongue out, eyes rolled back, drool glistening at the corner of her mouth.

I picked up the rope again, thinking it was such a waste not to strangle a girl like her. But I couldn't
strangle ; I'd decided to knock her unconscious, to let her display her most beautiful side. I carried her to the sofa, grabbed the rope, and tightened it sharply.

She seemed to sense my strength; her body tensed again, kicking her legs slightly, toes pointed. I increased the pressure, and she turned her head slightly. I sat on her lap, feeling her struggle. Her struggles were now very weak. Her firm chest gradually returned to normal. Slowly, the frequency and amplitude of her leg kicks decreased, and her body relaxed. Finally, after her last kick, she stopped moving and passed out. To make sure she was unconscious, I tightened the rope around her neck for another half minute before untying it. As I untied it, I could clearly feel the rope digging deep into her skin, making it difficult to remove. After untying it, I looked at her neck, red from the strangulation, and her face, turning purple, and kept praising how beautiful she was. I gently stroked her neck, then pressed down on her Adam's apple. After a while, I released her, slipped my hands inside her clothes, and caressed her entire body, kissing her now- normal breasts and alluring neck before leaving, satisfied. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Playing with Fanfan's Neck She sat on the sofa, watching me intently. I walked behind her and lifted her chin. She tilted her head back, revealing her fair neck in a beautiful curve. Her neck was long and slender, of moderate thickness, without an ounce of excess fat, yet not thin; it was full, rounded, and smooth-skinned. When she tilted her head back, her trachea was faintly visible, but the larynx itself was not. Only when she touched it with her thumb could she feel a small, hard, yet brittle bone in the middle of her neck—that was her larynx. She had no neck wrinkles; her entire neck was smooth and white, appearing graceful and elegant. It looked soft and delicate, and felt incredibly smooth to the touch. Her lovely face and watery eyes further fueled my fantasies. But initially, I didn't feel like torturing her; I simply wanted to play with her neck. I felt a pang of reluctance to let her struggle in my hands, and I preferred to see her smile. I wondered what she would . She tilted her head back, and my hand traced her throat, feeling her smooth skin, the unparalleled sensation sending a jolt of excitement through my body. I grasped her neck with both hands, my thumbs slowly moving to her larynx, gently stroking it, pressing and releasing. I released her, using one hand to lift her chin, stretching her neck and tilting her head back to its limit. With the other hand, I gently slid her slightly protruding Adam's apple up and down, feeling the soft cartilage. I felt a surge of desire, kissing her neck, my tongue licking her throat, feeling the shape of her small Adam's apple— beautiful and alluring. I greedily sucked on her neck, feeling every inch of her smooth skin, gently biting her neck, biting the soft, fragrant flesh. Holding her small Adam's apple in my mouth, its size was just right; any larger and it wouldn't match her lovely face, any smaller and it would lack allure. I could feel how fragile her Adam's apple was, as if it would break with the slightest pressure. While kissing her neck, I hugged her, one hand supporting her back from behind, positioning her in a semi- sitting, semi-reclining position, the other hand resting on her collarbone, stroking it back and forth, then sliding down to her breasts, waist, lower abdomen , and thighs, experiencing the dual pleasure her neck and body gave me. Her breasts weren't large, but they were incredibly soft and supple, a perfect match for her neck and face. Her legs were slender and long, and felt wonderful to touch. Her head was tilted back as I licked her Adam's apple with my tongue, feeling an irresistible urge. As my hands continued to squeeze her breasts, my desire swelled little by little.

Finally, I suddenly bit her neck, my teeth pressing tightly against her throat.

She screamed, the pain from the bite excruciating.

I kept biting harder, feeling her neck deform from the force, her throat bones seeming as if they
might be torn apart at any moment, making a gurgling sound.

She tried to push me away, but I was on top of her, and she seemed powerless.

My teeth were firmly locked on her neck, my hands still feeling her firm breasts, the pleasure bringing me to
a state of ecstasy.

Finally, she pushed me away, I released her neck, and she stopped screaming.

I carried her to the bed, her head drooping along the edge, her neck fully exposed, its curve beautifully defined,
the slightly protruding Adam's apple adorning her elegant neck.

I sat on her waist, squeezing her throat, then gripped her neck with both hands, feeling her life
in my hands, as if I could crush this delicate flower with a little force.

I touched her neck, my rough hands feeling every inch of her delicate skin.

I felt I needed something more exciting; the caresses were too bland.

So I slowly increased the pressure, my thumbs tightening. She felt me gripping her neck, swallowed
, and looked at me calmly.

I tightened my grip even more, thinking that a girl with a flexible neck wouldn't feel too much pain.

Gradually, she began to struggle to breathe, making soft gasping sounds. I knew her throat wasn't
completely blocked.

She moaned softly, closed her eyes, and twisted her body, seemingly trying to struggle yet also enjoying it.

I watched quietly, wondering what she would look like if she struggled desperately. Would she still have that hazy
beauty? Would her lovely face still have that beautiful and pitiful expression when she struggled? Filled with
curiosity continued to increase the pressure.

To make her struggle even more, I changed my position, gripping her neck with both hands, my thumbs pressing against her Adam's apple
.

While I changed my grip, she gasped for air.

She breathed for a few seconds, then I grabbed her again, this time more violently.

I pressed down hard on her throat, blocking her airway and making it impossible for her to breathe.
There was no more breathing, not even a groan.

Unlike before, now, besides the feeling of suffocation, there was also the pain of her throat being pressed.

Although her larynx was relatively small, not as
excruciating , the pain was clearly causing her distress.

Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Her hands gripped my arm, trying to pry
my hand off, but she was too weak; no matter how much she resisted, it was futile.

Then she involuntarily kicked her legs, her thighs rubbing against the sheets.

I had thought that a cute girl like her would look beautiful when she smiled, and that a pained expression might not be so appealing, but her
struggling reaction surprised me. Her slightly furrowed brow added a touch of pitifulness and made me
change my mind: I should strangle her, or at least knock her unconscious.

Thinking this, I increased the pressure, pressing her throat to its limit, seemingly reaching
the bones of her neck.

I continued to tighten my grip, and due to the lack of blood supply, her face, flushed from suffocation, turned pale.

She seemed to know my intentions and understood that her beauty had become a source of trouble, so she stopped resisting,
placing her hands at her sides.

Only her helpless kicks proved she was still conscious.

After a while, the kicks lessened, becoming thrashings, and her body began to tremble rhythmically.

I knew her time was running out.

Her toes bounced straight up, occasionally thrashing, the frequency decreasing; unconsciousness was drawing ever
closer.

Finally, her bouncing body suddenly went limp. Mission accomplished; now it was time to remove her underwear and
enjoy her beautiful body.

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