Sakura-Chan sat herself down on my face, her leggings clinging to her thighs as she settled into position. The scent of her pussy juices wafted up to me, mingling with the salty aroma of what I could only guess was sweat from her recent activities. It was a heady mixture that made me lightheaded and aroused.
As I lay there with her weight pinning me to the couch, I couldn't help but inhale deeply through my nose. The warmth of her moisture seeped into my nostrils, making them tingle and my head spin a little. It was intoxicating, but also odd. I knew she hadn't showered after the Halloween Cosplay festival, and the smell of sweat and pussy was beginning to overwhelm me.
Sakura moaned softly against my face as she leaned back against the cushions of the couch. Her leggings were stretched tight against her pussy, masking the subtle movements of her hips but doing nothing to mute the sounds of her arousal. It was clear she was enjoying herself, unaware or uncaring of how uncomfortable it might be for me beneath her.
Without warning, Sakura abruptly stood up from the couch and stepped out of her leggings, revealing her smooth legs and hairy mound. She stood before me, completely naked except for the cape that draped across her shoulders in a menacing fashion. I tried to look away but couldn't tear my eyes off of her.
Then she slowly lowered herself onto my face, her pussy muffling the gasp that escaped my lips. Her hairy pussy tickled my nose and chin as she wiggled herself into position, grinding her groin against my face. I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch, seeping into every pore of my body.
She began to thrust her hips, pushing herself deeper onto my face with each thrust. Her juices flowed freely over my lips and into my mouth, filling my senses with her intoxicating scent. I couldn't help but taste her, the salty sweetness mixing with the musky aroma of her pussy.
As she rode me, she reached back and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her pussy. My neck stretched to its limit as she pushed me past what felt like my breaking point. It was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
Finally, she pulled away with a satisfied moan. She'd been sitting on my face for what felt like hours, leaving me dazed and exhausted. But the show wasn't over yet. Sakura snatched a cushion off the couch and swiftly sat down, sandwiching my face between her pussy and the cushion.
She leant back against the armrest, once again using me as a human footstool while she rubbed her pussy against my face. Her fingers dug painfully into my scalp as she held my head in place, determined to get every last drop of pleasure from her toy.
Despite the discomfort, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sort of gratitude. Sakura's attention was focused solely on me, and it seemed like she'd stopped at nothing to make sure I understood my place. She was in control, and I was nothing but a willing—and very aroused—participant in her game.
