Facesitting Countdown
The timer starts, and I lower my thick, heavy ass onto his face, completely taking control. He’s trapped under me now — his face pressed hard against my soft, firm cheeks. Every second counts, the pressure of my body weighing down on him, buried him with my scent, my warmth, my power.
With each tick of the clock, I press harder, feeling his struggle beneath me. He tries to breathe, but it’s getting harder and harder with every passing second. His face is fully at my mercy, and I love every moment of it. I can feel him shift, trying to resist, but he’s no match for me. I control his every breath, his every move.
I watch the timer carefully, knowing that the more he struggles, the more he gives in to me. How long will his face last beneath the full weight of my ass? Will he break under the pressure, or will he survive the entire countdown?