Stinky Facessiting Ass Eating #2 - Ft Goddess Marcy
He stepped into my ring thinking he was a fighter. He left it as my seat.
My luchador thought the mask would make him a man. Cute. I pinned him in three seconds flat and now he's exactly where every defeated little wrestler belongs… under my big sweaty ass. No ropes to grab. No referee to save him. Just my thick cheeks sealing over his masked face while he learns what he actually came here for.
I sat my full weight down and made him breathe me in. Sweaty from the match, ripe from the day, and he doesn't get to flinch, he doesn't get to turn his head. My stinky ass is his air now, and the only way he gets a single breath is through me. He fights it for a minute. He always does. Then he starts licking like his tongue is my toilet paper.
I spread my cheeks and buried his face between them, and he deep throated my dirty asshole like it was the only thing he's ever been good at. Tongue fucking my fart box, lapping up every bit of sweat I smeared across his mask. He doesn't get to come up for air, he doesn't get to complain. Every time I felt him slow down I just pressed down harder and made him work for it.
And this is where he stays. Today I'm not his opponent, I'm his Goddess, and he's my full toilet. But He gets to taste everything I ate first… every last bite of it… because that's the punishment he earned when he lost to me. Mask still on. Mouth still open. Right where he belongs.
He deep tongue French kiss my asshole, I love it, makes me want much more, makes me want empty my bowels. But the part he became my full receptacle is to hot for this platafom! So, enjoy he eating my ass like it is his last meal, but... it is just the entree...