What a privilege it’d be to run out of oxygen beneath my perfect, juicy ass. I’ve come up with a little game to simulate me taking ultimate control: deciding when you breathe. You’ll stroke to me as I tease you in my tight, shiny leggings, but whenever I turn my peachy ass to the camera, you’ll hold your breath for as long as it’s on screen, imagining it enveloping your loser face. Whether or not you get to cum depends on how well you hold your breath through each round of this virtual face-sitting. And I’m not going to make it easy for you.