Smothered While She Games in Pink

Description: "she didn’t say a word when she came over—just tugged her tight pink leggings a little higher up her hips and stepped over me like i was nothing. i was already on the couch, head propped up on a pillow, waiting. wanting. she sat down reverse, slow and heavy, and the second her ass made contact with my face, everything else disappeared.she crushed my nose straight into her asshole, the soft stretch of those leggings doing nothing to protect me from the pressure. the crack of her ass swallowed me whole. her weight settled in like she was testing the cushion—grinding back, making sure i was wedged deep and locked in place. no air. no light. just tight, hot fabric and the overwhelming scent of her.she grabbed the controller and started playing her game, completely calm, totally detached. she leaned forward, elbows on her knees, and that shift—god, that shift—pressed me in even harder. my nose felt like it was folding beneath her, crushed flat beneath that perfect, unconcerned weight. my whole world narrowed to the pain, the heat, the unbearable need to breathe—and the fact that she just didn’t care.she used me. sat there like my face was hers by right. and all i could do was lie there smothered, nose broken beneath her asshole, desperate and obedient, while she played like i didn’t exist."