Michelle look down on you as another idea goes on her head.
"I don't want to see your face. At least not for a while." She laughs.
She turn around and present her tight butt. I am helpless, but to look up, seeing her slowly undress. First come her jeans. Than, her panties. They are blood red, just like the nail of the feet.
"Please," I think to myself. "Don't sit down."
"Hmm," Michelle say like she ready my mind. "Trample and jumping on you has made me so HOT. So you're going to please me. It too bad since you paralzied that you can't stick out your tougne."
She throw as leg over me, and place her bare feet next to myhead.
"Your nose will have to do!"
She doesn't bother to lower herself. Instead she slammed herself in my face. The pain was so bad that I don't even notice that she is grinding against my nose. Her asshole was a good grip on my nose, and all I could smell was shit. Soon, however, I was losing air. My breathe become more and more shallow. I was so worried about breathing I didn't realize that my hard on was out until I felt some movement down there. Somewhere in the time she was riding my face she unzipped and lower my pants. Before I could too exited and the propect of Michelle McCool unzipping me, My captor finally lifted herself up.
"Hmmm, what to do with you now. " She wonder out loud.
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