You’ve never felt small until you’ve been under Mistress SeductiveGenX's weight.

She steps onto her sl*ve like you're nothing more than her workout mat—testing your limits, testing your devotion, and testing how much her 210 pounds of power can flatten you out. First her feet crush down on your chest, then your back, then your head, each step making you squirm, each press of her body making you weaker beneath her.

She laughs softly, watching you strain, teasing you about how red your face gets as she bounces up and down on you, as if daring you to break. Her workout isn’t just for her body—it’s for your s*ffering. Every squat, every stomp, every bounce, every jumping up and down on your chest, is designed to push you deeper into submission, to show you just how helpless you really are.

When she squats low, her workout pants stretch tight, her wet spot pressed close to your face. She makes you sn*ff it, breathe her in, feel the heat of her body so close—but she denies you the taste. “Not yet,” she commands, keeping control, letting your hunger grow. The denial makes you ache even more, your need for her scent and flavor becoming unbearable.

She taunts you about how flat you look under her, how small you're becoming, how you were made to be squashed under her weight. Your chest heaves, your body fights to endure—but Mistress doesn’t care. She wants to see how long you can last before breaking. And when she finally gives permission, it’s like heaven crashing down. She strips off her pants, revealing what you've been craving, and at last, you get to taste her, drink in every drop of her arousal as your reward for enduring.

But Mistress isn’t done. Not even close. She turns around, her *ss dominating your vision, and lowers herself onto your face. The command is clear: “Eat.” There’s no escape, no air, no choice—only the sm*thering weight of her *ss sealing you in darkness. You worship her as best as he can while under her curves, until finally she fully sits down, grinding you into nothing, her body engulfing your entire world. The last thing you feel is her weight pressing you flat, the screen going bl*ck as you disappear under her total control.

This isn’t just trampling. This isn’t just facesitting. This is the ultimate fantasy: being crushed, flattened, and owned c*mpletely by a powerful MILF Mistress who decides when you breathe, when you taste, and when you’re sm*thered into darkness.

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