Tim felt his resraints holding him tightly to a bed, his head at the foot end where the bed dropped off.
Emma casually sat down on his stomach, her still bare legs spreading out past his head. She smiled at him.
"We are going to play a little game. I will count to 10, then move forwards a bit. If you are not out of the restraints by the time I sit on your head, I will stay on top of you the entire night."
Then she simply started counting. Tim started trying to escape the restraints, but they were very tight and he could not get them of. Then suddenly, the weight on his stomach lifted.
Emma lifted her butt and dropped it heavily on his diaphragm, forcing the air out of his longs in a painful wheeze. Emma simply started counting again, but Tims arms dropped as he realized "I'm never getting out in time. This is unfair!"
"Yes it is," Emma replied, "and for more of that, here is a new rule: No talking." Then she lifted her butt again and stood, then buttdropped onto Tims chest. Her legs went over the edge by now, and caused her to slide forward a bit as she bounced.
"Oops, a bit closer than I wanted, oh well" Emma said, and slid the last few centimeters until her crotch was right against Tims chin, and her weight was pushing down his windpipe.
Tim gasped for air, trying to move to push Emma off, but Emma easily kept on.
"You might as well give that up Timmie, I've ridden much stronger boys than you. Now, back to counting: 6... 7... 8"
The counting seems to go ever more slowly, and Tim feels how his attention falls away as his air runs out, even as he frantically tries to throw Emma off.
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