Gamer Girl Facesits Me Deep—Focused on the Screen

Description: "she doesn’t even look at me. just settles on my face like i’m part of the furniture—legs planted, weight shifting, scrunch leggings pulling tight between her cheeks as she adjusts for comfort. the bench creaks under both of us, but i don’t move. i can’t move. my nose is wedged straight up her asshole, buried deep in the heat and scent of her, every breath stolen and filtered through the clingy fabric stretched taut across her crack.she’s reverse on me, back arched slightly, controller in hand, completely lost in her game. i’m nothing but her seat—her warm, smothered cushion—while her thighs cage me in and her weight presses down harder each time she gets focused. she shifts when she wants, grinds lazily when the match gets tense, bouncing just enough to make my vision flicker behind closed eyes.i can't see the screen. i can't even hear what she's playing. my whole world is her—her scent, her pressure, the way the leggings hug every curve of her as she casually facesit me without a second thought. my lungs burn. my hands grip the sides of the bench just to endure it. but she never acknowledges me. i’m just there to be sat on. buried. facesat. used. kept under her while she plays."