Not Good Enough to be under My Ass

Miss Raven bounces playfully on her slave’s head, which is turned sideways, atop the sturdy green bench, his face twisting in sweet agony beneath her. She rises and taps the bench surface with approval. “I love this bench - it’s as hard as a rock,” she purrs before commanding him to turn his face upward. “You want my plump ass on your face, don’t you?” she teases, lowering herself to smother him completely. With the slave locked in chastity for a full month, she hopes the deep facesitting will leave him throbbing and desperate. She grinds down firmly, granting only the briefest gasps of air before sealing him again and again, her weight pressing relentlessly. “You’re lucky to be under my ass,” she tells him. “You’re not good enough for it.”

She lifts just enough to release a warm fart directly onto his face, then quickly sits back down to trap every bit in his nose and mouth. Rising once more, she grips his balls and chastity device before swinging around into a reverse facesitting position. “I’m going to fully relax so there’s no pressure on my legs,” she announces, settling in comfortably. His nose rests right against her pussy with only a tiny gap for air. “Can you smell me?” she asks seductively. She shifts his head back to the original sideways angle and plants herself firmly again. “Is it good for you too?” When he grunts in desperate affirmation, and pain, she laughs softly. “Good, because I have a full hour to spare.”