Extremely

The combination of the impressive size of your weapon, and the way your skimpy red speedo shapes it onto a perfect skin-tight bulge, makes your smother extremely effective.

You rub it left to right, up and down over my face, so large that I just can't escape it despite my best efforts.

Said efforts of evasion are quickly put to an end when you lift onto your toes slightly, shifting your weight to the rapidly growing erection struggling to be kept decent by the stretching red spandex wrapped around it.

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.

Your bulge has grown so large that it covers almost my entire face, my light blue and shame-filled eyes peak at you, barely peaking through the small gap between your red spandex and my dark hair.

I struggle desperately, my arms and legs flailing around helplessly beneath you, slapping and scratching at the mat as fear fills my eyes and I realize I won't be getting any more oxygen unless I can somehow escape.