Paid Into Lesbian Facesitting

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When she decided I had adjusted to my role well enough, she closed her thighs over my face and pressed down firmly.

I gasped when she completely covered my mouth and nose, preventing me from breathing at all, and I started struggling instinctively.

She held me down effortlessly, however, and moaned appreciatively when I shook my head from side to side, unintentionally rubbing my nose against her.

I tried to force myself to lie still but it was hard to fight back the urge to struggle.

My face was completely buried beneath her and the warmth of her legs was quickly adding to my discomfort.

She remained completely still on top of me and I was afraid this was going to take a lot longer than expected.

I heard her muffled voice taunting me, telling me I wasn’t worthy of breathing unless I licked her pussy, and I struggled in response.

My struggles were completely pointless, with my hands tied and her firm legs keeping me down there was nothing I could do.

Again I tried to calm down but the lack of oxygen was really starting to make me dizzy.

My body struggled on it’s own accord and my hands flew to her bum, trying hard to nudge her aside so I could breathe, but she wouldn’t budge.

“I’m sorry, Lydia, but I’m not letting you breathe if you don’t kiss my lips,” she stated matter-of-factly.

I tried to scream at her, but all I could do was moan against the pantyclad mound pressing against my face.

Miri lifted up slightly and I wheezed in a deep breath of air through my nose.

She giggled before pressing down again, but parted her legs so that her thighs were no longer covering my eyes.

I looked up at her with pleading eyes but she just pouted her lips and shook her head.

“Kiss, and I’ll let you breathe.”

I closed my eyes and, knowing that I had little choice right now, I pursed my lips and pressed against her pantyclad mound.

It was just a show of dominance, something the audience no doubt would enjoy, and I was thankful that she was wearing a thong.

She lifted off my face and I took in a few deep breaths, savoring the fresh air on my face.

Her thighs were still pressed gently to my cheeks so I was still uncomfortably warm, but I wasn’t going to risk struggling.

Besides, I had agreed to partake in this video and I wasn’t going to let my friend down.

Miri lowered herself on my mouth again, but this time shuffled backwards just enough so I could continue breathing through my nose.

For a moment I was thankful for that but then I realized she could now just sit on my face for as long as she wanted.

She ran her fingers through my hair, caressing me lovingly as she slowly but surely started grinding her pussy over my mouth.

I forced myself to remain still, hoping that if I let her ride me she would continue letting me breathe.

Whenever she moved forward she’d close her legs against my cheeks, squeezing my face between her thighs and rubbing her clit against my nose.

On her next movement I arched upwards just enough to firmly press my nose against her clit, and she gasped in surprise.

I looked up at her and saw her smile widely and it made my heart flutter in excitement, but I startled when I suddenly smelled the unmistakable scent of her arousal.

Her scent wasn’t all too different from mine and, for a moment, I wondered if it would really be that bad to taste her.

Miri didn’t give me time to dwell on these thoughts as she suddenly got up and in one swift motion turned around and lowered her ass on my face.

She spread her cheeks with both hands and wiggled slightly before settling down, smothering me entirely under her ass.

My nose was pressed right between her cheeks, where the thin strap of the thong did nothing to separate my face and her warm skin, and she sat up straight so she rested her ass over my entire face.

A small comfort was that I could still breathe through my mouth, but the increasing pressure on my face was hard to ignore.

Although she was very clean, and her skin silky smooth, I felt appalled by the fact that that my nose was so close to her asshole.

Smelling her arousal and kissing her panties was one thing, but having my face buried between her asscheeks was quite another.

I tried to tell her to get off, but she just arched forward so that her mound was pressing over my lips.

This, at least, lifted her ass slightly so I could breathe through my nose and it relieved a fair bit of pressure from my, now bright red, face.

“Sorry, but I’ve always wanted to bury your face in my ass,” she moaned atop of me, and I whimpered in response.

I should’ve known this was about more than just a quick buck for me.

Even though we’re friends, I knew she always found me sexy and had expressed her desire to have me lick her once or twice when we were drunk.

I was afraid she wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time.

She kept me under control with ease, holding my cuffed wrists with one hand and her legs taking care of the rest.

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