As the warm afternoon sun bathed Lady Cathy'submissive slave, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread settling in his stomach. His gorgeous mistress, a voluptuous BBW with big, billowing curves, was preparing for another round of her infamous facesitting. The thought of her massive buttocks crushing his face as she dominated him made him shiver with excitement and fear.
She sauntered over to him, tall and confident, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini that barely contained her ample flesh. With a sultry smile, she ordered him to his knees before lowering herself onto his face, sandwiching him between her enormous thighs. The weight of her massive ass felt like an immovable mountain on his head, making it impossible for him to breathe.
"Take a deep breath, slave," she said, her voice resonating through his body. "Smell my juices as they pool between your lips." She chuckled wickedly, her massive ass bouncing up and down on his face as she enjoyed the power she held over him. "And don't even think about tasting them."
Hours passed, and the sun started to set, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink. But for Lady Cathy's slave, it was an endless cycle of darkness and suffocation. He felt her muscles quiver with laughter every time he tried to suck in air, only to be met with a resounding smack that forced his face back into her crevasse. Every once in a while, she'd let up on the pressure just enough to taunt him with a teasing glimpse of freedom before slamming back down on him again.
Finally, the torture came to an end. With a triumphant laugh, Lady Cathy lifted herself off her trembling slave. His face was streaked with tears and snot, but he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he had pleased his mistress.
She leaned down close to his face, her breath hot and heavy as she whispered in his ear. "You've been a good little cocksucker, slave. Now it's time for your reward." With that, she leaned in and pressed her wet, saliva-coated lips against his, sending shivers down his spine.
As she pulled away, she let out a long, slow stream of drool that dripped down onto his face like molten gold. With a smirk, she walked off, leaving him to wipe the spittle from his eyes and ponder what she might have in store for him next.
