"She didn't say anything. Just climbed onto the bed with her notebook in one hand, noise-canceling headphones in the other. I was already lying on my back, waiting—nervous, aching, ready. And without even glancing at me, she turned around and lowered herself onto my face like it was routine. Like this was just how she watches shows now.

She straddled my head in reverse, placed the pillow and notebook on my chest, slipped on her headphones, and then slowly, deliberately, sank down until her *ss settled over my mouth and nose. Tight bl*ck spandex stretched across her cheeks, pulling them together in a perfect seal. My nose landed exactly where she wanted it—right between her cheeks, right under her *sshole.

The pressure was instant. She adjusted herself slightly, grinding down with just enough weight to make sure I couldn't escape, couldn't breathe around her, couldn't think past the need for air. My nose pressed into the thinnest barrier of spandex stretched over the soft heat of her *sshole. It was soaked in the scent of her day—sweat, skin, raw, feminine need.

And I sn*ffed. I couldn't help it. The smell was thick, earthy, intimate in a way that stripped everything else away. I took slow, trembling inhales through the tight fabric, sucking in the deep musk of her—the scent trapped there just for me. Her *sshole pulsed gently against my nose with every tiny shift of her hips. The spandex clung to every curve, leaving nothing hidden. I could feel everything.

Above me, she was still. Relaxed. Watching her episode like I didn't exist. The headphones sealed her off from the world—my gasps, my muffled moans, my silent desperation were all c*mpletely unheard. She might as well have been alone, sprawled across a pillow, lost in the plot. But instead, she was seated on a living face, and my entire world was now her *sshole, filtered through that second skin of sweaty spandex.

This wasn't play. This wasn't teasing. This was Facesitting in its purest form—casual, indifferent, and utterly overwhelming. She just wanted to enjoy her show. And I was just there to sn*ff, to sm*ther, to vanish beneath her like I was nothing but the mattress itself."

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