Rachel’s smirk widened as she shifted her weight, her massive ass grinding ever so slightly against Kevin’s fragile body. The pressure was already unbearable, but now it was relentless, a slow, deliberate movement that made his tiny frame tremble beneath her. Her dominance was absolute.
“You know, Kev,” she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, “I’m starting to think you like this. I mean, what kind of guy bets a hundred bucks just to get squished by my ass? Kind of weird, don’t you think?”
Kevin tried to respond, but his voice was trapped somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. Her weight was suffocating, her soft, jiggly flesh enveloping him completely. He could feel every inch of her, the way her curves pressed down on him, the way her hips moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
Her laughter rumbled through her body, shaking him like a leaf in a storm. “Oh, come on, Kev. Don’t tell me you’re already tapped out. I thought you were tough. What happened to all that big talk?”
She leaned forward slightly, her massive breasts pressing against her knees as she peered down at him. Her expression was a mix of mockery and curiosity, her lips curled into a wicked grin. “You’re so tiny, Kev. I almost feel bad for you. Almost.”
Her hips shifted again, grinding harder this time, the force of her movement sending a fresh wave of pressure through him. His vision blurred, his body trembling uncontrollably. She was toying with him, testing his limits, and she knew it.
“Still alive down there?” she teased, her voice low and sultry. “I’m not even trying, you know. Just a little wiggle, and you’re already shaking like a leaf. What do you think would happen if I really got into it?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. Her hips began to move in slow, deliberate circles, the soft flesh of her ass pressing down on him with relentless force. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left him gasping for air.
“Oh, wow,” she cooed, her voice filled with mock surprise. “You’re really struggling, aren’t you? I mean, I knew you were small, but I didn’t think you’d be this much of a lightweight. Are you sure you’re okay down there?”
Kevin managed to choke out a strangled response, his voice barely audible beneath her. “I... I’m fine.”
Rachel burst out laughing, the sound rich and full, echoing through the room. “Fine? Fine? Oh, Kev, you’re hilarious. You’re not fine. You’re a little speck of dust beneath my ass. You’re lucky I’m not crushing you completely. But hey, if you’re still alive, you’re still in the game, right?”
Her hips continued to move, the rhythm slow and deliberate, each motion sending a fresh wave of pressure through him. The humiliation was almost as unbearable as the weight, her teasing voice cutting through him like a knife.
“You know,” she mused, her tone playful, “I could probably crush you without even thinking about it. I mean, my ass is huge, right? And you? You’re barely bigger than my pinky toe. It’s kind of amazing you’re still alive. But don’t worry, Kev. I’ll take it easy on you. For now.”
She shifted her weight again, leaning back slightly to give him a moment of reprieve—but only a moment. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked down at him, her grin widening.
“You’re so cute when you’re helpless,” she cooed, her voice teasing. “A tiny little man, crushed beneath my big, beautiful ass. It’s kind of adorable, don’t you think? I mean, who would have thought you’d last this long? Not me, that’s for sure.”
Kevin’s cheeks burned with humiliation, his tiny body trembling beneath her. He hated this, the way she made him feel so small, so powerless. But there was something else, too—something he couldn’t quite name. A strange mix of fear and fascination, a gnawing curiosity that kept him from giving up.
Rachel’s hips began to move again, the rhythm faster now, the pressure more intense. She was testing him, pushing him to his limits, and she knew it. Her laughter filled the room, rich and full, a sound that seemed to vibrate through his entire body.
“Still alive, Kev?” she teased, her voice filled with amusement. “I’m starting to think you’re tougher than you look. But hey, don’t get too cocky. We’re just getting started.”
Her hips shifted again, the movement slow and deliberate, the soft flesh of her ass pressing down on him with relentless force. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left him gasping for air.
“You know,” she mused, her tone playful, “I could probably crush you without even thinking about it. I mean, my ass is huge, right? And you? You’re barely bigger than my pinky toe. It’s kind of amazing you’re still alive. But don’t worry, Kev. I’ll take it easy on you. For now.”
She shifted her weight again, leaning back slightly to give him a moment of reprieve—but only a moment. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked down at him, her grin widening.
“You’re so cute when you’re helpless,” she cooed, her voice teasing. “A tiny little man, crushed beneath my big, beautiful ass. It’s kind of adorable, don’t you think? I mean, who would have thought you’d last this long? Not me, that’s for sure.”
Kevin’s cheeks burned with humiliation, his tiny body trembling beneath her. He hated this, the way she made him feel so small, so powerless. But there was something else, too—something he couldn’t quite name. A strange mix of fear and fascination, a gnawing curiosity that kept him from giving up.
Rachel’s hips began to move again, the rhythm faster now, the pressure more intense. She was testing him, pushing him to his limits, and she knew it. Her laughter filled the room, rich and full, a sound that seemed to vibrate through his entire body.
“Still alive, Kev?” she teased, her voice filled with amusement. “I’m starting to think you’re tougher than you look. But hey, don’t get too cocky. We’re just getting started.”
Her hips shifted again, the movement slow and deliberate, the soft flesh of her ass pressing down on him with relentless force. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that left him gasping for air.
“I think I’m starting to like this,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “You’re such a good little cushion, Kev. Maybe I’ll keep you around for a while. What do you think?”
Kevin’s heart raced, his tiny body trembling beneath her. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, but he couldn’t bring himself to give up. Not yet.
“Oh, come on, Kev,” she teased, her voice filled with mockery. “Don’t tell me you’re already giving up. I thought you were tougher than this. Don’t make me disappoint.”
Her hips began to move again, the rhythm slow and deliberate, each motion sending a fresh wave of pressure through him. She was relentless, her teasing voice cutting through him like a knife.
“You’re so adorable when you’re helpless,” she cooed, her voice filled with amusement. “A tiny little man, crushed beneath my big, beautiful ass. It’s kind of amazing you’re still alive. But don’t worry, Kev. I’ll take it easy on you. For now.”
She leaned forward slightly, her massive breasts pressing against her knees as she peered down at him. Her expression was a mix of mockery and curiosity, her lips curled into a wicked grin.
“Still with me, tough guy?” she teased, her voice low and sultry. “Or am I already too much for you?”
Kevin tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp. She laughed again, leaning back slightly to peer at him, her smirk turning wicked.
“Oh, Kev,” she murmured, her voice filled with mockery. “You’re so cute when you’re helpless. Just a little man beneath my big, beautiful ass. You’re lucky I’m not crushing you completely. But don’t worry—I’m just getting started.”
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