I’m a high class face sitting eliminator and I’m coming to get you. I look very professional in a tiny houndstooth skirt, shiny sheer pantyhose and bl*ck patent leather stilettos with a low cut, sexy jumper. My long, lustrous bl*ck hair is hanging down and I’m hot!

You’re at home waiting for someone to exchange a parcel for some papers and guess who’s gonna bring it? You got it. You’ll open the door, let me in and I’ll do you over. Makes me wet thinking about it.

Knock, knock, knock. Oh look, the door’s opening and you let me in. Sucker!

You turn to get the papers and I whack you on the head with the parcel. You drop to your knees and turn to question me but before you can I h*t you again, hard. Down on your back you go and I immediately sit on your chest and pin you. You’re stunned and I slip my hands around your throat and tighten them to restrict your breathing as I pin one of your arms under one foot and kneel on the other. I grip your throat hard and you gasp and groan and I laugh down at you.

When I can see your eyes are glazed, I let go and move forward and sit on your face. I wriggle until the tiny gusset of my pantyhose covers your nose and with my bottom on your mouth you can’t breathe. And I’m going to stay there and sm*ther you. I’m going to sit on your face and sm*ther you.

Of course, you’ll struggle but I’m fully trained and when I get my victim in a facesitting schoolgirl pin sm*ther, he’s done for. And that’s you, pal. Flat on your back with me sitting on your face, sm*thering you. Relentless, p*ssy on face sm*thering. Looking down and taunting you as you look up at me, begging me with your eyes. Mmmm, I love it. As you s*ffer, I get wet.

And that’s what happens. I sm*ther you and you try to struggle. I’ve weakened you and I just grab your wrists and control you while I sit on your face and sm*ther you. I can feel you trying to breathe through my very damp pantyhose gusset and all that does is turn me on. Everything you do shows me I’ve got you and I just ride your face as you start to fade. No mercy. You don’t deserve it.

How cool is it that I’m sitting on your face, sm*thering you and there’s nothing you can do about it. Absolutely nothing. You have no choice but to lie there under me while I sit on your face and wriggle my p*ssy as I sm*ther you. And this is how I’m going to finish you off, with my p*ssy. On your face, as you beg me.

When I’m sure you’ve stopped breathing, I move back a l*ttle and check your pulse and there’s nothing. You’re f*cked, kaput, gone, and my p*ssy did it.

I pick up my parcel and walk out, leaving you, another victim of my p*ssy, on the floor.

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