Victory Posing

Just after your girlfriend leaves, leaving you laying on the ground at her milf mother's feet, Andrea decides to start celebrating her victory. She raises her right foot and plants it on your face, pinning your left cheek to the ground.

"I can't believe actually beat you! I know I held you in that **** earlier today, but I had the upper hand, and I was way heavier. It made sense why you couldn't get me off. But I never thought I could take you in a real fight. I honestly just challenged you to stop you and Stacy's teasing. I hoped I could hang in there with you for a few minutes, show you I wasn't some pushover who's past her prime, show myself that I wasn't past it. But that was just pathetic."

The way she said the word 'pathetic' dripped with so much venom it stung you deeply. You felt Andrea's contempt as the word escaped her luscious lips. It got you angry again, and you tried to move her foot off your face, reclaim the tiniest shred of dignity if you could.

But Andrea just giggled at your weak attempts. She moved her foot down to your throat, **** the air out of your lungs. This was an even more embarrassing position for you. Functionally, it was the same move. But now instead of having to use her entire body to hold you down and both her arms to **** you, now she only needed one foot. Not even her entire foot, just the top part, and you were helpless to stop her.

You weakly pawed at her sole, her heel, her ankle, and anything else you could get a hold of. But it was no use. Your entire body was now no match for Andrea's toes as they choked the life out of you. You couldn't take it any more. You started tapping out on her leg. Slowly at first, then, progressively, the taps became more frantic.