ThiccGoddess's Ultimate Breath Control Punishment

Description: He was left bound and helpless in my smotherbox, wrists cuffed, mouth open like a newborn bird waiting for filth — and that’s exactly what i gave him. i went to the gym and pushed my thick thighs and heavy ass to the limit, just so i could return sweaty, hot, and ravenous for his suffering. no words. no eye contact. just the crushing weight of my full-bodied sit as i lowered every inch of my post-workout ass onto his face, sealing his nose and mouth under layers of warm, slick flesh. he thrashed. i grinned. i grinded. i owned him. this wasn’t about his pleasure. it was about my dominance — and his reminder that he exists only to be used, forgotten, and crushed beneath me. so tell me, slave — was the wait worth the smother? or does he need another long, neglected session to learn his place?