Sits on you

She sits down on your chest, facing you, and then grabs your hands again, lifting them up to her boobs, rubbing them against her silver top, while she grinds her ass against you.

“Do these puppies feel good?” she asks. “Or would you prefer this?” She pulls your hands away from her breasts and moves them back, placing them on her firm round ass. “Bet that feels better,” she says, as she adjusts her position, slowly shuffling that magnificent booty down to your stomach, while still holding your hands against her posterior.

As you massage her ass cheeks, her hands move to your shoulders, pulling up your chest and head, while she bends forwards. You see your reflection against her silver costume, but that quickly turns to darkness as she pulls your face into her inviting warm breasts. Her arms wrap around your head, holding you tightly there. “Maybe this Dream Girl’s going to send you to sleep, but don’t think you can escape by dreaming. Saturn Girl will transform any of your dreams into pain-filled nightmares.”

You struggle to breathe, sweating as her body heat and bosom engulf you. Your hands continue feeling her ass, but the gentle touching turns to **** grasping and kneading as your lungs start to burn, and finally your hands stop moving altogether, falling limp, and the last thing you hear is the laughter of the assembled super-dommes in your ears.