Quite

You're well equipped for this kind of attack, and chose the more erotic singlet for a reason: The erotically shaped material shapes your package into a very respectable weapon. You rub it left to right, up and down over my face, large enough that I struggle to escape from under it, grabbing small breaths when I can find the short reprieves. Those fleeting moments of breath are taken away from me when you lift onto your toes slightly, shifting your weight to the rapidly growing erection that stretches your skimpy singlet materials. You pin my face in place under your weapon, my humiliating moans and groans muffled into little more than vibrations against your manhood as it rests across my mouth and nose. You look down at my light blue and shame-filled eyes, through the strands of dark hair resting around them, and admire the way your package looks covering my chin to my cheek. I struggle desperately, my arms and legs flailing around helplessly beneath you, slapping and scratching at the mat as I realize I won't be getting any more oxygen unless I can escape.