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Faith smiles at you. "Glad you can take it," she says. "Maybe I'll let you look at this hot bod of mine after all. Best buds?"

Your back lies against the wall of the shower, your buckling legs struggling to hold you up, your eyes now in line with her magnificent breasts. You look at her standing there, naked, with hot water running down that perfect toned Slayer body. "Best buds," you find yourself echoing back, hoping that your relationship is about to enter a new less-violent, more-fucking phase.

"Yep, these are great nipples," Faith says. "I should give you a closer look."

She steps on her tiptoes, putting her hands behind her back, which thrusts her cleavage out even more, and then she leans forward, falling towards you, keeping her body straight. Faith's fulsome breasts come straight at you, smashing into your face, which is still hurting from her recent headbutt. Everything is black, as she rubs those wet breasts against your face, and then, as you try to gulp in air, but just get drops of water, she pushes herself off you, her hands placed against the shower wall, holding herself away from you, her hands preventing her from falling against you once more.

You cough and gasp in some air, while she looks down at you, her hands pushing herself further away from the wall, away from you, and then letting herself fall once again toward you, her hands catching herself just before her beautiful breasts would smack into you once again.

"Don't you want to drown in these breasts?" she asks, as she pushes herself away from the wall again and again, each time catching herself before her breasts collide against you, until of course, she doesn't, letting them slam straight into you. This time she doesn't rub them against you, she just carries on lying against you, letting your face support her weight, as you struggle to breathe, unable to see anything. You move your arms in a panic, **** to push her off, but before you can, you feel her strong hands, holding your arms in place, while your body starts to tremble. Your lungs burn, and you think you're about to pass out, when Faith once again pushes herself off you.

"You look a bit red in the face," Faith says, as she watches you gasping in air. "Are my fun bags not bags of fun?"

Before you can answer, her breasts once more smash into your face. Your nose feels like it's broken, sending pain signals that make you scream, your sounds muffled by her flesh against your mouth. You think you hear yourself sobbing, as you're left in darkness, your face hot, your breathing ragged, wondering if you'll even make it through this second set of five.

And then you're gasping in air once again, seeing Faith's breasts hovering over you, and then your eyes move to Faith, a sadistic gleam in her eye, a wicked smile on her face.

"I know you fucking love these boobies of mine. Though I guess, rushing towards your face like this, they're more like... what are those big round things on chains they use to smash down buildings?"

"Wrecking balls?" you guess, instantly realizing your mistake.

"Wrecking balls?" Faith says, licking her lips. "That's kind of a hobby of mine{if Male==false}and so's pulverizing pussies{endif}. Good idea, maybe that will help take your mind off my breasts."

And with that, she's falling towards you, engulfing you in those beautiful smothering breasts of hers. You struggle for breath as you have done so often, but then you feel the top of her thigh hammering into your crotch, once, twice, three times. Your muffled screams of pain subside, and then she's slammed her thigh into your {if@ Male==true}balls{else}cunt{endif} once more, practically lifting you off the floor, pushing your head harder against those breasts that rapidly suffocate you. You feel yourself passing out, a merciful release, and then you're dragged back to consciousness by one final exploding kick to your genitals.

You look to see that she's standing upright opposite you now, her breasts no longer set to fall against you. You wonder if you slept through the last of the five breast smashes.

Faith looks at you, at your puzzled look. "Don't you remember where we're up to?" she teases. "Maybe we're still at the beginning. No, you know that's not true, your body will tell you if your brain won't. Still haven't worshiped these breasts enough." She pulls you up, away from the shower wall, pulling your face to her breasts, laughing as she suffocates you once more.

You try to resist, but she holds you tight in her booby trap, while you flail about helplessly, fighting for breath and your life, as your lungs burn and then consciousness finally mercifully starts to slip away.