She Sits On Your Face

Then the audio changed—sharp, wet smacks layered over giggles—and Sanah's entire body stilled. The video was just silhouettes, but the implication was unmistakable: a girl bouncing playfully on a guy's face while he groaned beneath her. Sanah's laugh started slow, bubbling up from her chest until she was wheezing, her thighs shaking against me. "Oh my god, THIS is what you deserve," she gasped, tilting the phone toward me just long enough to see the caption: *Who needs handcuffs when you've got thighs?*

"No, nonono—Sanah, wait—" My protest died in my throat as she swung one leg over my head, her cotton shorts brushing my nose. The scent of fabric softener and something warmer, saltier, flooded my senses. She didn't actually lower herself yet—just hovered, thighs framing my vision like a cruel joke—but my hands instinctively flew up to shove her away. Bad move. She caught my wrists in one hand and pinned them to my stomach, her free hand tugging at her waistband. "You begged so cute, I almost feel bad," she lied, her voice thick with anticipation. "Almost."

The first contact was her knees squeezing my temples, then the suffocating press of her thighs as she finally, deliberately settled her weight down. My muffled shout made her giggle—the vibration traveled straight through me. "Shhh, you're gonna make me lose my balance," she chided, shifting her hips against my mouth.

Suddenly, she gasped. "OH MY GOD, I just got the BEST idea!" Sanah's hips lifted just enough to let me gulp air before she shoved her phone in my face. Her leggings had tiny cartoon cats printed all over them—each one mid-pounce, paws outstretched. "Look how cuuuute," she crooned, tapping one particular kitten near her inner thigh. "You're gonna kiss this one. Right here."