You can’t get out from her tits

You struggle atop her, trying desperately to get free. It can’t end like this. The fight just started. You were on top - you can’t just have your head pulled into her breasts and lose just like that.

Then again, you can’t stop her from doing exactly that to you either.

You start thrashing around as you realize that her interlocked fingers behind your head are inescapable. You can’t even fight meaningfully against her arms, pulling you into her chest. While you flail and struggle in pure desperation, Andrea simply hums a pleasant tune as she calmly holds your head in her tits.

“MMMPHH! MNNPH!” You try to scream out for help, or mercy.

She laughs.

Your struggles grow weaker. You can’t get a breath in, and you’ve been wasting energy. It can’t end like this, it can’t… challenging her to a fight just to lose to an immediate breast smother. But it does end like that.

You finally succumb to her soft and welcoming embrace with a final breathy, outward sigh. Your weak struggling ceases entirely as you go still, falling asleep. You sink a bit further into her soft chest as you lay on top of her. Your hands drop to your sides, fingers slightly curled, and they stay there. Limp. Sedated by her breasts. Knocked out by a busty Latina. Put to sleep.

Andrea is laughing as you pass out in her bosom.

“What did you say?! What did you say about shutting me up?? Oh, dios mio…”

She shakes her tits, still holding you deep in her cleavage, shaking your pacified body along with them. You’re like a little ragdoll.

“Night night…”

She holds you there a bit longer, smiling warmly at your limp, facedown, snoozing body lying prone atop her own. What a sad sight. What a sorry state for her daughter’s boyfriend to end up in. Wrestling her, taking her down and getting top position, just to get smothered out in her breasts. You really are weak.

After fifteen seconds or so of being totally asleep, something incredible happens. As you’re held tight to this sexy goddess’ body, face in her chest… You begin to snore.

A deep rumbling of defeat into her boobs. Snoring your sleepy vibrations right into her smothering chest. The final blow. Utter humiliation.

Andrea sighs deeply, enjoying the feeling briefly before removing her hands from the back of your head.

She lifts your head up with a grip on your hair to get a look at your face. Your snoring is immediately louder without her sweater puppies to muffle it, and the beautiful sound fills the room.

She examines your dangling, passed out face. Your jaw hanging open, drool coming from your lips, eyes half-rolled up.

With pouted lips, she puts a hand on your chin and turns your head, holding it up by the hair so Stacy can see your idiotic expression. Directing your still-loudly-snoring face towards your girlfriend like she was displaying a disappointing hair she found in her food. But instead, it was you, sleeping in her tits.

“Your boyfriend sucks.” she says.

“Mom!! You knocked him out AGAIN!!!” Stacy can’t believe what she just saw. She doesn’t know whether to be angry or shocked or in awe as she stares at your stupid sleepy face and listens to it snore loudly. Her mom’s tits did a real number on you.

Andrea shrugs. “Sorry, Chica, but he was coming at me. You saw.”

“Oh my god, this isn’t happening…”

Stacy stares into your vacant eyes in disbelief as her mom holds you up for display. Her long fingers holding your chin, a fist holding you up by the hair.

Your limp form is still lying on top of Andrea’s voluptuous, sexy body as she rests on her back, making no effort to get up just yet. Your erect cock pokes into her hip even as you snore, fast asleep. You just got knocked out by your girlfriend’s mom. Some man you turned out to be.