Boss Girls Productions - Faye?s looking for the most-comfortable position on his face

Faye, the beautiful and commanding woman, stood before her servant, a mere mortal man, as he laid on the floor before her. His eyes were locked on hers, filled with fear and anticipation. She walked over to him slowly, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She bent down and gazed at him from above, her ample cleavage dangling tantalizingly within his reach. "You will be grateful that you get to breathe for the moment," she purred, running her fingers through her long, wavy blonde hair. Then, without further warning, she straddled his chest, thrusting her perfect round ass in his face. "I'm going to try out different positions to find out which one is most comfortable for me," she explained casually. "And honestly, I don't care if you can still breathe or not." With that, she placed her hands behind her head and leaned back, her weight pushing against his chest. Time seemed to stand still as he stared up at her, feeling her warm breath on his face and the soft fabric of her clothing brushing against him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, and he couldn't help but to become aroused by the sight and smell of her. Faye's ass cheeks were flexing against his nose and mouth, teasing him with the hint of her sweet scent. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting yoga pants that clung to her curves, accentuating her round buttocks and toned thighs. She began to shift her weight, testing out different angles and positions. At one point, she leaned forward slightly, pressing her body against his face, her breasts grazing against his cheeks. He could feel the hard nubs of her nipples against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Faye seemed to be in her own world, lost in thought as she attempted to find the perfect position. She paid no attention to the man beneath her, who was struggling to breathe through the torrent of flesh that surrounded him. After what felt like an eternity, she finally sat up straight, giving him a brief respite from her smothering ass. "Well?" she asked impatiently, turning to face him. "Which position do you think worked best?" The man struggled to form words, his mouth still feeling the effects of being trapped beneath her ass. "I... I think..., maybe..., you look... most comfortable... when you... lean... forward... like that..." he managed to stammer out, gesturing weakly towards her previous position. Faye smiled cruelly, enjoying the power she held over him. "I think you're right," she said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "You know, since you seem to have such good taste in asses, maybe I'll reward you." With that, she slid back down onto his face, her ass settling comfortably on his nose and mouth. "I think this one will be my favorite," she purred, leaning forward to grab onto his hair and pull him closer. "Now, let's see how red I can make your face before I decide to let you breathe again."