The Beach Pink Panty Fight For Breath1

Description: If the girl can’t get to the beach, then the beach will have to come to the girl, so that’s exactly what happened. i felt in a particularly mischievous mood. i put thoughts of relaxing to the back of my mind for the time being and decided to sit the hell out of my victim’s face and make him fight for his breaths. my pink bikini bottoms were quite thick. he would really struggle to breathe through them. today his face was going to get a very thorough going over under my pussy and ass.  i straddled his chest and closed my thighs around his head in a very tight schoolgirl pin. but today i was no schoolgirl. today i was one thoroughly determined woman who had smothering front and centre of her mind. i moved up a little and pressed his nose into my crotch. knicker sniffing time! – i could feel him try to move and his nose begin to bend under the pressure. but i was going to allow none of that and so confidently and firmly i pulled his head back to where i wanted it – in my knicker crotch and sniffing my pussy through the dense fabric. i wriggled and jiggled, just to work him in there a little tighter. and then of course, as so often happens, my cruel bitch side come out and i had an overwhelming desire to cause him discomfort. i sat crotch to chin and pushed up hard with my pelvic bone, jamming his jaw closed, while at the same time squeezing hard with my strong thighs. within seconds i had the desired result – a squeal. just a reminder, if he still needed it of the brutal power of my ass pussy, thighs and most importantly, my mind! i continued to smother his face under me, sitting hard and pressing down with extra weight when the mood took me. i was in a wide forward sit with total control over what i wanted to do. one minute his nose was trapped in my panty gusset, flattened against my pussy, the next i shifted and had it squashed against my asshole. whichever it was his breathing was becoming more difficult. i turned reverse and dropped my bikini covered ass square onto his upturned face. a perfect reverse smother. my ass covered perfectly, leaving little or no chance of breathing without me allowing it. i sat wide and hard, riding down struggles and pulling him back in when he did manage sneakily to turn his head to the side. i switched between forward and reverse smothering, always keeping him firmly under me, struggling to breathe and fighting for extra little bits of air. when i find the perfect firm sit like this my control is total. i easily pushed his head back whenever he found some relief. there was no escape. i slid into a full weight sit, high on his chest with my legs out in front of me. i could feel my ass crushing down on his desperately heaving lungs, trying to stop the pressure from squashing the air from them. i put my hands behind his head and pulled his face even harder into my crotch. this quickly turned into a side head scissors with my thighs squashing into his head. i turned into a side-saddle face smother. his face became stuck under my ass. this allowed me to work my asshole hard into his nose without him being able to move at all. total control, perfect! i slid into a reverse sit once more and began to sit even harder, making breathing so difficult. i felt my pussy moisten as the feeling of total power flowed through my body. i had a few bounces up and down for good measure and he knew that his head had to stay still. if he turned as i came down, a broken nose was a very definite possibility. as i bounced, my asshole hit its target perfectly, dropping like a stone onto his nose, pushing the bikini fabric a little inside my ass. i turned and lay on my back onto of his body, using him as a makeshift deckchair. with my legs wide i kept his head between my thighs, squashed into my pussy and ass. i closed my eyes, relaxed and thought about what i would like to do next to relax. the vision came in an instant – my bikini bottoms would have to come off and of course what better way to relax, i would have to get down to some serious naked pussy and ass smothering.