She came home without a word—just kicked off her shoes, peeled off her jacket, and let herself sink into the bed like she owned the world. She wore that same pair of sheer bl*ck pantyhose, the ones with the crotch split open, already clinging to the sweat of her thighs, her scent practically steaming off her skin. I knew what was coming the moment she picked up the controller and turned on the game. Facesitting.

She didn’t speak. She didn’t look at me. Just grabbed the controller, spread her knees, and slowly lowered herself down onto my face—reverse, her full weight sinking until I was nothing but a seat, a cushion for her used body. My nose went straight into her *sshole—unwashed, raw from the day, soaked in the heat of hours. The smell h*t me like a wave—thick, sour, intimate. No air. No mercy.

She wiggled once to get comfortable, dragging her p*ssy across my lips, leaving me drenched in her. Then she started to play, her fingers tapping buttons with calm precision, c*mpletely focused on the game while I lay pinned under her, face shoved up into her, reduced to a tongue and a nose buried in her filth.

She didn’t say a thing—not even when I started l*cking. I had no choice. My lips parted against her p*ssy, her folds slick and salty, and my tongue pushed deeper, reaching up into her while my nose stayed trapped right where she wanted it—in her *sshole. It was impossible to breathe, but I didn’t dare stop. The air I did manage to steal was hers, always hers, laced with the musk of her unwashed h*le, every inhale a reminder of my place.

She shifted again, casually, like adjusting a pillow. My face went deeper, her cheeks spreading wider over me. I felt her press the controller tighter, muttering something to herself, but never acknowledging me—not even when I l*cked around her *sshole, tongue circling, then plunging in. I was filthy with her, soaked in her taste, sm*thered in the dark heat of her.

Time disappeared beneath her. She played. I served. Every minute I was trapped under her, l*cking, inhaling, trembling, I sank deeper into something I couldn’t escape—something I didn’t want to escape. I didn’t exist outside her anymore. I was just a face under her *ss, a nose buried in her day, a mouth worshiping her h*les while she ignored me c*mpletely.

Sm*ther Female Domination Face Sitting Facesitting with Nose in Her Unwashed *sshole While She Games with C4s.com

Smther Female Domination Face Sitting Facesitting with Nose in Her Unwashed sshole While She Games with C4s.com