The face sitting trial

Katelyn shifted her body whilst still stroking Tyler's cock in her hands. Her fingers lubricated with his slimy cum as it dripped down her hand. She kept moving in slow deliberate strokes as though teasing him. His cock could only weakly throb from the stimulation as he was still in the midst of the aftermath.

"Hey, your jobs not over yet. You need to make sure I'm completely satisfied." She said in a gentle yet mocking tone. She took a moment and then lifted up her body. Repositioning herself so that she was squatting right over his head. Her pussy dripping its juices down on his face as the air in his lungs became tainted with her musky odor.

With a sigh she then slammed herself downward. Trapping him underneath her fat ass and the bed below. His face was pressed up against her slimy drooling cunt as the air was forced out of his lungs from the force of the blow. His body was being smothered under her massive thighs and ass. He was no longer visible underneath her as she moved her hips back and forth. Rubbing herself into him as she found a comfortable position. He tried to struggle for freedom but his arms and legs could barely move. Just weakly flailing off to the side as she made herself more relaxed.

"You'd better get to work on making me feel good. I'm not letting you have any more fresh air until you've made me cum." Her faint voice trickled down to him, muffled by the mass of fat and clothe covering him. He tried to calm himself and think straight, his body going rigid in the process. He wanted to take a minute to think, but he could already feel his lungs beginning to feel heavy as they ached for more air. He also didn't want her to target his balls again.

With a deep internal sigh He finally gave in. Leaning forward to the best of his ability and stretching his tongue out until it met with the hot folds of her pussy. Her skin quivering at the sense of touch. Suddenly he could taste her musky, salty flavor on his tongue. The taste was sour but not completely unpleasant. At least until he remembered who it was that was on top of him. The idea of doing this with his own sister was sending red alerts flashing through his brain

He didn't want to do this anymore. He wanted to say no and run, but his burning lungs told him he had to. They were not giving him time to prepare himself or think. And so with a moment of reluctance he began to lap away at her crotch. His tongue and mouth digging in further within her wet folds. The taste of her sour girlcum growing stronger as the taste of her sweat was being washed away. His mouth was full of her flavor though he dreaded it.

He could feel every fold of her crotch on his tongue. Feel the pulses of her body as the quickened or died down from his movements. He wasn't sure how long he was at it. Desperately lapping away as his chest burned and his body ached for air. He felt like he was getting better reactions, but it didn't seem to be enough. He couldn't see anything but he could still feel his vision swimming with dark spots as he continued to try and make her cum.

His head was throbbing and his body ached for oxygen but he couldn't give in. He could feel her body pulsing and shifting under his actions. He finally felt her pussy begin to quiver and constrict around him as he eagerly awaited the fresh air that his body craved.

A wave of smelly liquid spashed down on his face and he could feel it sliding along his tongue. He thought to himself that it was finally here. Any minute now he'd be able to breath again. But that never came, only darkness awaited him. Finally his body couldn't hold on any longer and he could feel the darkness claiming himself. As he drifted into the void, unsure if he'd ever awaken he heard a brief muffled voice.

"Oops, am I forgetting something."