Boss Girls Productions - Smother - Vivien

Vivien, a stunningly sexy girl with an alluring smile, had a unique fetish. She derived immense pleasure from smothering her unsuspecting victims under her ample bosom. Today, it was time for her latest conquest to experience her brand of erotic torture. Wearing a tight white bra and a tantalizing white thong, Vivien strutted into the room, her hips swaying sensually. Her gaze was fixed on the hapless individual on the floor, who had no idea what was about to befall him. "Today," she purred, "I feel like sitting comfortable..." Her voice trailed off suggestively. Without further ado, Vivien plopped down on the couch, spreading her legs invitingly and placing her ample breasts in the centre of the seat. "Time to get down," she commanded, her voice now tinged with authority, "and experience the power of my chest!" Obediently, the victim scrambled to his knees, his face level with Vivien's perfect derrière. "Don't worry," she reassured him with a sultry chuckle, "it's not what you think." As she leaned back, her ass pushed against his face, her thong offering a tantalizing whiff of her intoxicating scent. The moment he made contact with her gyrating derrière, Vivien's simper turned into a grimace of ecstasy. She moaned loudly, arching her back and thrusting her hips with abandon. So lost was she in the sensation of his hot breath tickling her sensitive skin that she failed to notice the victim's growing discomfort. Gradually, his gag reflex kicked in as the scent of her arousal intensified. He tried to pull away, but Vivien's grip on his hair was like steel. Desperately, he gasped for air, but all that reached his lungs was the intoxicating aroma of her wantonness. As Vivien's climax approached, she tightened her grip on his hair and pulled him closer. The sensation of her thong rubbing against his lips only fueled her arousal. With a primal cry, she came, her hips bucking wildly against his face. Finally, spent, she released her grip on his hair, allowing him to fall, gasping for air, onto the floor. As he struggled to catch his breath, he realized that he had experienced the very essence of Vivien's twisted pleasure—and survived.