Without warning, Angela pins your neck under her foot and slowly increases pressure!
"Seeing as how you did such a wonderful job on my toes, I bet you'd do great at cleaning my ass!" she giggles, her voice as bubbly as ever. As more and more of her weight cuts off your airways, she grins down at you. Pretty soon you're seeing spots. You rip and claw at her ankle, but that only makes her push harder. "Don't you resist me or I'll make you pay!" You whimper at the thought of how she could make this worse than cleaning her ass.
"Mhm! My asshole's going to be clean as a whistle when I'm through with you!" She slowly starts sliding her pants down, giving no relief to your neck and burning lungs. Her pants unceremoniously drop around her ankles, resting on your face. Her panties soon follow. Just when you feel your consciousness start slipping away, she steps off your neck and kicks the pants off.
You roll over, gasping and wheezing, too dazed to pick yourself off the floor. Angela kicks you in the ribs, then grabs you by the shoulder, ripping you up off the floor and throwing you against the arm of the couch. She backs you against it until your head is resting on the arm, staring up at her. Then she turns around...
Her ponderous ass cheeks hover over your head, jiggling. She wiggles her butt back and forth, giving you a glimpse of the dark crevice within. Without warning, she lets herself fall straight onto your face!
The impact is painful, though cushioned by the fat on her ass, but then she leans over, using her hands to spread her cheeks, "Nicky, I want you to have an idea of how much my ass needs wiping. To start, you're going to be my toilet paper!"
She drops down, slower this time, and lets her ass envelop your head. Her pussy grazes your face, but she harshly, yet slowly grinds your face all the way through her ass, her anus wiping down your face. Then back up. Back and forth, she wipes her ass with your face, smearing her asshole all over you. You desperately grab and clutch to try to get away, but she painfully stomps on your thigh. "Ah ah ah! None of that!"
Over and over, your face passes up and down between her cheeks as she flosses them with your face. Eventually, she starts picking up a rhythm, wiping all the way from her pussy to her ass, all over your face. You manage to catch a breath between thrusts, but it is foul with unwashed ass.
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