Madame Marissa - Smothering YOU under my ass

Doesn't my ass look great in these tight leggings?! I bet you'd love to get your face right into it, wouldn't you? Well, let's see if you can take it!

I saunter over to you, my hips swaying enticingly, and lower myself onto your face. You instantly feel the warm, soft pressure of my ass against your mouth, and your cock begins to stir. But this is no gentle love-making; I smother you with my hands, cutting off your air supply. You gasp desperately for breath, but I don't relent. The pleasure and pain mix together in a heady cocktail, making you helplessly aroused even as you struggle to breathe.

After an agonizing minute or two, you think you can't take any more. But then, to your surprise, I sit up again. You gasp for air greedily as you catch your breath. You think maybe this was some sort of test - a cruel game to see how much you could handle. But then, I search your eyes for any sign of hesitation before I slide back down onto your face, my ass settling comfortably into its new home.

This time, I leave my hands roaming freely, exploring your chest and torso. You arch your back instinctively, trying to find some sliver of air, but I don't give you a chance. I slide my hands lower, until they're resting on your abs. Your stomach clenches, and you can feel the tension start to build in your cock once again. You're both scared and turned on, and I feed off of your juxtaposition of emotions.

Again, I sit up before you're ready. You suck in great, gulping breaths, your lungs still burning with the need for oxygen. I stare down at you, assessing you with a predatory gleam in my eyes. "You can handle more," I hiss. "Prove it to me." And before you can say a word, I'm straddling you once again, my ass hovering mere inches from your face.

This time, I let my ass rest on your shoulder instead of your face. You feel the heat sinking into your skin, and your breath hitches in your throat. Your cock is rock-hard once again, and you're both excited and terrified of what might happen next. Will I let you breathe? Or will I just keep you here, underneath me, forever?

I leave you suspended in limbo for what feels like hours, my ass teasing you with each gentle sway of my hips. And then, finally, I slide off of you and stand up. Your chest heaves as you gulp down great gulps of air, your muscles still quivering from the sensation of being smothered under my perfect ass. You look up at me, your eyes full of awe and arousal and fear, and I know that you'll be back for more. Because even though it hurts, even though it scares you, being under my ass is the most exhilarating feeling in the world.

So you'll come back, time and time again. Because no matter how much it hurts, how scared you are, the pleasure is always worth it. And so long as I'm here, anchored to the floor by my own desires and yours, you'll never be alone in your need for the smothering warmth of my ass.