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Smoke fills my lungs as I inhale deeply, and my chin tips up toward the ceiling. Ahh, I love the burn trickling down my throat where it stretches out in my chest. The loser under my ass slaps at my mammoth thighs in an attempt to tap out. That’s not how this works. There is no tapping out. There is only taking what I give him. I stay balanced over him for a moment longer, his sweaty palm getting desperate the longer I wait. When I lift my ass, he chokes and tries to sit up. Gasping for a gulp of air, I’d been denying him, but instead of allowing him to suck in that deliciously needed fresh air, I gripped his chin and pressed our mouths together. Blowing the used cigar smoke into his desperate lungs.
Smothered By Smoke
His eyes are red as they look back at me with sheer panic. Smoke puffs from his nostrils when he coughs. I lean back to watch him struggle for a moment then i squat back down and let my fat black ass smother over his face. He inhales harder/ His nose blocked by the cotton fabric of my panties as I stuff it deeper in my ass crack wiyh every wiggle. I can feel his mouth opened wide in hopes to gasp in air that seeps around my beautiful butt cheeks but its hopeless. He will only breathe what i give him and I only wish to provide him with ass air and cigar smoke.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244