Somewhat

You chose the more erotic attire for a reason: The erotically shaped material shapes your package into a respectable weapon. You rub it left to right, up and down over my face, massively humiliating, and partially blocking my mouth and nose from breathing. A twisted game of cat-and-mouse, as I rock my head side to side, and your bulge the cat, chasing after and pouncing on top of the mouse that is my mouth. I let out humiliating moans and groans as I struggle, sometimes loud and clear enough for the audience to enjoy, other times muffled into little more than vibrations against your manhood. You look down at my light blue and shame-filled eyes through the strands of dark hair resting around them, and admire the way your package looks resting on my cute face. I struggle beneath you, my arms and legs flailing around, slapping and scratching at the mat and your legs as I fight against your humiliating attack.