Stay still.

My *ss is right on your face and you’re locked in that f*cking sm*ther box. You can’t move. You can’t turn your head. All you get is my fat *ss in these tight bl*ck leggings pressed down on you.

Smell it.

Breathe it in. Deep.

That’s the smell of my *ss after I’ve been wearing these leggings all day. Hot. Sweaty. Heavy. You’re going to stay under it and take every single breath of it.

I can feel you under me.

Trapped.

Helpless.

Just a face for my *ss.

I’m bouncing a l*ttle. Feel that?

My cheeks spreading over the box, crushing your face. You don’t get air unless I decide you get air. And right now I want you smelling nothing but my *ss.

Worship it.

Even though you can’t move, I know you’re trying. I know your tongue is pushing against the fabric. Keep doing it. L*ck the leggings. Taste the sweat through them.

F*ck... the way your face feels under my *ss is perfect.

Soft. Warm. C*mpletely owned.

You’re nothing but a seat.

A smelly, locked-up l*ttle seat for my *ss.

I could sit here for an hour and you wouldn’t be able to do nothing about it.

Deeper.

Breathe deeper.

I want that smell b*rned into your brain.

Every time you smell sweat or fabric from now on, you’re going to think of my *ss sitting on your face in this sm*ther box.

Mmmh... yes...

Keep struggling. I like feeling you panic under me.

Your nose is right in the cr*ck. Perfect. Stay there.

I’m grinding now.

Slow. Heavy.

My full weight on your face while you ch*ke on the smell of my *ss.

You wanted this.

You begged to be locked under me.

Now take it.

Take the sm*ther.

Take the smell.

Take my *ss owning your f*cking face.

F*ck, I love how helpless you are.

Tied down. Locked in the box. My *ss the only thing you can see, smell, and feel.

I’m not getting up.

Not for a long time.

You’re going to stay right here and worship my *ss with every pathetic breath you take.

Smell it harder.

Inhale until your lungs are full of me.

That’s your air now.

My sweaty *ss in bl*ck leggings is the only air you’re allowed.

I’m bouncing again.

Harder.

Feel my cheeks slap down on you.

Feel how heavy I am.

Feel how c*mpletely I own this moment.

You’re mine.

Your face is mine.

Your breath is mine.

This sm*ther box is just the cage I put you in so I can use your face whenever I want.

Keep l*cking.

Even if you can’t really reach, I want to feel you trying.

I want to feel that desperate l*ttle tongue pushing against the fabric while my *ss sm*thers you.

Mmm... yes... just like that...

I’m getting wet from this.

From sitting on your face.

From knowing you can’t escape the smell.

From knowing my *ss is the only thing in your world right now.

Stay down.

Stay locked.

Stay smelling.

I’m going to keep riding your face slowly.

Grinding.

Pressing.

Letting the full weight of my *ss crush you into the box.

You don’t get to speak.

You don’t get to beg.

You only get to breathe my *ss and take it.

F*ck... the smell must be so strong for you down there.

Hot.

Musky.

Pure me.

Breathe it.

Worship it.

S*ffer under it.

I’m not done.

I’m just getting started.

My *ss stays on your face until I’m bored... and I am nowhere near bored yet.

Keep smelling, l*ttle sl*ve.

That’s all you’re good for.

A locked face under my *ss.

I’m still on you.

My *ss hasn’t moved. You’re still locked under it, face crushed into the fabric of these bl*ck leggings. The smell is stronger now. Hotter. You’ve been breathing it for so long it’s the only thing left in your head.

Good.

Stay exactly like that.

Nose deep.

Mouth open against my *ss.

Taking every filthy breath I give you.

I can feel how desperate you are.

That l*ttle twitching under me.

You want air.

You want to turn your head.

You get neither.

This is what you are.

A face under my *ss.

A pair of lungs that exist to inhale the smell of my sweaty cheeks.

Mmmh... f*ck...

I’m grinding slower now.

Letting my full weight settle so you really feel it.

Every time I shift, the leggings drag across your face and push the smell deeper into you.

Worship it harder.

I don’t care that you’re trapped.

I still want to feel you trying.

L*ck.

Push your tongue against the fabric.

Show me how much you need my *ss.

You’re pathetic.

Locked in a sm*ther box with my fat *ss sitting on your face and you’re still trying to please me.

That makes me wetter.

Feel that?

I’m pressing down more.

My cheeks are spreading over the edges of the box, sealing you in c*mpletely.

No side air.

No escape.

Just pure, heavy *ss sm*ther.

Breathe it.

Deeper.

I want you dizzy from the smell.

I want your mind empty except for my *ss.

I’m going to stay right here and use you.

Bounce a l*ttle.

Grind a l*ttle.

Sit c*mpletely still and just let you s*ffer under the weight and the smell.

You’re not a person right now.

You’re furniture.

My personal *ss seat.

And I like how you feel under me.

Keep smelling, sl*ve.

That’s your only job.

Smell my *ss.

Worship my *ss.

Eat my *ss.

I’m not getting up.

Not yet.

Not until I’ve had enough of crushing you and listening to you struggle for air that only smells like me.

Take it.

Take every second of it.

My *ss owns your face.

My *ss is heavy on your face and you’re going to keep taking it.

The smell is thick now.

You’ve been under me so long it’s soaked into you.

Breathe deeper.

I want to feel your nose push harder into the cr*ck.

I want you ch*king on it.

You’re locked in that box for a reason.

So I can sit here and use your face as long as I want.

No mercy.

No break.

Just my sweaty *ss in these tight bl*ck leggings owning every breath you take.

Mmmh... yes...

Stay right there.

S*ffer under it.

Worship it with whatever air you have left.

This is your place.

Under my *ss.

Smelling it.

Taking it.

I’m not moving.

You’re not escaping.

My *ss stays on your face until I say otherwise.

Note: Video was made by using AI and SFX

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