Even as I try to describe his domination of me I can't. Buried under him as I was I could only recall by sensation the impact of his pinning combination. His knees and shins shifting on my arms my chest and my neck. His crotch balls and ass on my face.
I felt his weight shift and his ass smother my face. The smell of his sweat and testosterone filled my lungs. I could feel his balls over my mouth as he sat on me. I struggled to breathe, my nostrils flaring. His grip tightened as he leaned back, pressing his butt down even harder.
Trapped under the erotic heaviness of his ass and balls I was at his mercy. There was no torturous submission lock just a long slow humiliating battle to breathe under him.
I could feel his breathing, heavy and satisfied above me. He was taking his time, enjoying every moment of my struggle. The smothering pressure grew stronger as he leaned back even further.
He took delight at the sight of my hard cock towering and tearing at my joggers fueled by his dominance over me.
Tim chuckled, witnessing the desperate pulse of my erection beneath him. He reached down and gave it a squeeze, his strong hand easily wrapping around the shaft. I let out an uncontrollable growl. He pulled it out over my joggers leaving me bare before him.
Tim need only touch me again and I would orgasm uncontrollably but he had other plans. Mine would be a trial of endurance. How long could I breathe under him erect to breaking point?
He began to rock gently on me, his balls brushing over my mouth and nose. The fabric of his shorts was soaked with his sweat and mine, creating a wet barrier that clung to my skin. Each movement sent a fresh wave of his musky scent into my nostrils, and I had to fight the urge to lick and suck at him.
The atmosphere was thick with him. It was his bedroom his den, his dirty socks and trainers on the floor near his laundry bag, and his sweaty ass on me. Each breath drew more of him into me until I felt part of him.
I tasted him, smelt him, felt him everywhere. The wet heat of his ass and his balls pressed against my lips, and I couldn't help but moan around his cock. I heard him draw up his spit and felt a thick lump of hit my cock causing me to froth precum.
The fight to breathe grew more intense as he played with me, his weight moving back and forth, his cock and balls smearing across my face with every rock. I felt the pressure build in my lungs, the excitement setting in, as I fought exhaustion.
He spat another lump at me. It felt thick and creamy as it hit and melded with my precum. Tim spat out another two loads enough to flood the tip of my cock and cause me to jolt.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice gruff with lust. "I own you." I lost control and fell into a dizzying orgasm. The explosion of sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before. It began deep in my core and surged through my body, setting every nerve alight with electric ecstasy. My back arched, my hips bucked upwards involuntarily, and I felt a warm rush as semen spurted out of me. It was a powerful release, a testament to the depth of Tim's control over me.
My body shuddered and trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I could feel the sticky wetness of my orgasm against my stomach and chest. Tim's grip tightened even more, his weight seeming to double as he leaned into me, grinding his ass against my face with each contraction of my cock.
His heat on my face grew almost unbearable, but instead of panic, a strange sense of euphoria washed over me. The air grew thinner, my vision swam, and all I could focus on was the sound of his deep, satisfied breaths and the feeling of his body moving on me.
My cum rushed out again and again, painting my belly with every pulse. Each spurt was a declaration of his power over me. He didn't let up, his ass planted firmly over my mouth and nose, the taste of his sweat and the musky scent of his balls overwhelming my senses. The smother was complete and I was lost in it.
Tim was emptying my seed with his spit and I could feel his own arousal growing as he watched me drain. This was proof of his sexual dominance over me and it thrilled him.
The intensity of my orgasm didn't fade quickly; it lingered, making it difficult to think straight or move. Each pulse of my cock was matched by the pressure of his ass on my face, which only served to prolong the sensation.
Finally, my energy was spent by him, and the last of my cum was out. Tim lifted himself slightly, allowing me to suck in a deep, desperate breath. His smile was wicked as he surveyed the mess he had made of me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
He took his weight off my face, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving. He looked down at my spent body, a smug grin spreading across his face. He knew he had won, and that was all the victory he needed. He slid off me, his sweat-soaked body leaving a warm imprint on me.
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