Her giggles were like melancholy through my muffled ears. The must deep in my nose was suffocating, stifling even. I loved it. Not being able to be breath and being encompassed completely by her. Smothered and buried deep between the folds of her Godly curves and skin. I want to be buried alive if this is what it means to die happy. Her scent was heavenly and her pleasure made me squirm beneath her.
"You're a good little ass addict, aren't you?" Her menacing voice teased.
The high, euphoria, daze I was in did not allow me to respond not that she could hear me even if I tried.
Her thighs squeezed and any intake of breath I had left was squeeze out.
"I asked you a question, slave!" She shrilled in between giggles as she wiggled and squished me more. I'm sure my face was going through a chameleon of colors, but the aromas filling my nostrils intoxicated me further.
Her ass was intoxicating. I'd gladly go braindead from lack of oxygen.
Dutchess lifted herself slightly, allowing me to pant and breathe for air. The perfect curves of her ass flexed and hung above me, slight moisture apparent in her perfect silk thong panties. Her ass was phenomenal, caramel curves suiting her perfect figure and entrancing me into eternal submission. My weakest, most vulnerable state. The feminine power of women so easily reduces me to the pathetic male that I am, weak for strong and superior women. Beautiful, dominant women are meant to smother and suffocate men.
Dutchess sat on my face again, without warning. My eyes nearly popped out of my sockets and I swear I can feel her smile through her ass. I so badly want to reach my arms out from my sides and touch, grab her perfect ass, pull it closer to my nostrils and inhale deeply. Smell the perfect whiffs of stink and sweet. I'd lick up and taste any odor Dutchess would allow me to, her perfect caramel ass must taste like chocolate.
