Smother Her Out

You didn't need to do anything else. The pathetic girl was stuck under your butt, and you bet your ass she was gonna have to deal with your ripe musk and male scent. Beaky frantically shook her nose, only making things worse for herself while you sat on top of her face. This was gonna be a long night for her, stuck sniffing your ripe and sweaty ass until she was knocked out. Beaky was still able to breathe, meaning it would be a long while until she fainted from your sweat and musk.

After half an hour of whimpering, pushing and struggling, Beaky fainted underneath your ass. Tonight, you were the winner, and Beaky was your first victory.