Taking A Moment To Himself (Open)

Drake whimpered as he felt Sally continue to grind her bare ass on top of his face, sinking him deeper between her cheeks until her ass fully engulfed his face. He felt so embarrassed and humiliated as she teased and taunted him, trying to make it sound like his scare tactic against her was actually a ploy to put himself in this situation. Drake still refused to pucker up despite her insistence that it was actually him who wanted this, he would try to turn his head side to side trying to at least pull his face out of her cheeks long enough to gasp for air. He would panic as she reached down, pulling his shorts and boxers around his kneels as she exposed his member for her to see, on instinct he would reach forward to grab her wrists and try to make her lean away from his crotch so she could not attack with her hands or mouth. Sadly this also meant he could not get away but he figured she couldn't reach his privates this way. He just had to hope he could turn his head clear long enough to breathe before the dizziness set in.

Sally gamely rode out his twists and turns, trying to keep his face stuffed in the center of her curvy backside! She found her wrists grabbed and immobilized by his, but she took it in stride. Sooner or later, he'd pass out underneath her plump buttcheeks, and when that happened, she could set him up in whatever position she preferred. "Y'know, your face wiggling like that feels mighty nice, Mr. Drake! Maybe after I win, I'll have you doing that full time~!" She teased, hoping to keep him off-balance and prevent him from doing anything to reverse the situation!

Drake groaned as the lack of air began to sit in, leaving him dizzy and near gasping as his lungs burned and his struggles slowed down. He would slowly lose his grip on her wrists as she continued to ride out his struggles keeping him trapped and engulfed in her rump. Feeling her ride and grind into his face only humiliated him more as she cradled and rocked his face, rolling it around the floor during her smother. His body was begging for as he desperately and weakly kicked his legs and squirmed beneath her, starting to fade towards unconsciousness.

Sally giggled, leaning back a little bit as she felt his struggles getting less and less frantic, his air supply being exhausted bit by bit. "There there, it's OK... j'st close your eyes and enjoy it~" She gives him one last, teasing little rub, making sure she's nice and settled on his face, positive that he won't be getting out of her smother hold.