She relieves some of her pent-up arousal...

Kelsey sits on your chest whilst posing. As she soaks in the applause and cameras, she begins sliding closer to your face, placing her warm slit directly over your barely conscious face.

Biting her lower lip, she presses down and begins grinding against your face, her breathing heavy and erotic. She runs her hand through your hair and her blue eyes glare down at you as she purrs out "This is as close as you'll ever get, loser".

She grinds with more ****, {if k_stripped=1} her bare glistening skin so incredibly smooth {else}the tiny lace strip covering her quite wet and rubbing harshly{endif} against your face. She uses this position to control your breathing, grinding for 10-15 seconds between quick breaks to allow you a single breath before renewing the smother.

She grinds deep and slow, her fluids smearing onto your defeated face as you start to feel dizzy from lack of oxygen. Every time you feel you are just about to pass out, she lifts just long enough for one deep breath, keeping you awake for your ****.

"You really thought you were going to win?" she taunts in a singsong voice. "You thought you had any chance to beat this absolutely perfect body of mine..." The lace covering her mound is soaked through as the berates and grinds on you.

"You actually thought you were going to pin me down and fuck my tight little pussy?". Your vision starts to dim as she stays down longer than ever before, not granting you the courtesy breaths she has so far provided. You can feel yourself starting to slip away.

"You're lucky I'm even letting you taste my juices, I know you fucking love it." With those words, you feel like your head is ready to burst, and your lungs burn deeply as they starve of oxygen.

Your vision blurs, the view of my wife's hot slit and inner thighs, her deep blue eyes staring down at you dominantly fades away slowly, until you see nothing but a tiny pin light at the very center of your view.

At the very last second before you lose consciousness, you vaguely feel a weight lift off of your face and begin gulping down air desperately. When enough oxygen hits your brain to restore your senses, you make out Kelsey flaunting her victory for her fans, who are cheering loudly.

She looks down at you condescendingly, and with a faux innocent voice chides "Awe... did someone take a little nap?"