[This video was shot with full consent of the model. The model was assured that she can pause or terminate the shooting and be released from any risky circumstances at any moment, by using predefined signals including but not limited to safe-words and safe-moves. WARNING: The video features performance by either professionals or under the supervision of professionals. Do not attempt to recreate any actions similar to the ones that appear in this video. No solo breathplay. NEVER.] We know many of you have been eagerly anticipating another collaboration between Xiaomeng and Xiaoyu. It has been nearly three years since their last dual video, and the opportunity has finally arisen once more. Unlike their previous breathplay contests, this video shows a session of mutual breathplay between Xiaomeng and Xiaoyu. Both are clad in tight-fitting latex suits, creating a striking visual on camera. Xiaoyu wears a latex hood with open eyes and mouth, lending her an air of mystery, while Xiaomeng sports a black gas mask with a conspicuous red flow-sensitive check valve attached to the breathing port. The session begins with Xiaoyu taking the initiative in controlling Xiaomeng’s breath. The red check valve sits snugly against Xiaomeng’s gas mask, allowing free exhalation but ruthlessly cutting off inhalation if the airflow is too rapid. A playful smirk graces Xiaoyu’s lips as her fingers dance lightly across Xiaomeng’s chest, waist, thighs, and feet, the ticklish sensations sending jolts of electricity through Xiaomeng’s nerves, leading to soft gasps and disrupting her breathing rhythm. Simultaneously, Xiaoyu occasionally blocks the check valve with her hand, further depriving Xiaomeng of air. To combat this dual assault on her breath, Xiaomeng clenches her jaw tightly, fighting down the urge to gasp, desperately trying to maintain a steady breathing pattern to avoid triggering the closure of the check valve. Her body trembles slightly with each labored breath, a silent battle against her instincts, her eyes reflecting a mixture of struggle and a hint of enjoyment. The control continues, albeit in a different form. Xiaoyu connects a hose to the red check valve, the other end leading to a remote-controlled electronic breathing valve. Xiaoyu’s fingers now manipulate the remote, opening and closing the valve intermittently, further disrupting Xiaomeng’s airflow. Even when the valve is open, it introduces a noticeable resistance, making each of Xiaomeng’s breaths more labored, as if she were struggling through thick air. Perhaps an unexpected bonus, this airflow restriction actually makes it harder to trigger the check valve’s inhalation block, unless Xiaomeng’s resistance finally breaks and she inhales too abruptly. Fine beads of sweat appear on her forehead, each inhale a heavy, drawn-out sigh in this silent tug-of-war. Then the roles are reversed, and it’s Xiaomeng’s turn to take the lead. Still savoring the lingering effects of her own breathlessness, Xiaomeng keeps the red check valve for herself. For Xiaoyu, she chooses a smooth, transparent latex face cover with no breathing holes. A hint of playful revenge flickers in Xiaomeng’s eyes as she firmly presses the mask against Xiaoyu’s face. The elasticity of the latex creates a tight seal, leaving virtually no air for Xiaoyu to breathe. Even if Xiaoyu has taken a preparatory breath, once she exhales, that precious air escapes and cannot be drawn back in. Watching Xiaoyu’s pained expression beneath the mask, a complex mix of emotions stirs within Xiaomeng. As if feeling her partner’s distress, she instinctively raises a hand and presses down on the red check valve on her own gas mask, plunging herself into a state of breathlessness, seemingly wanting to share the sensation with Xiaoyu. In the final act, Xiaomeng decides on a more direct approach. She shifts her weight, positioning her latex-clad buttocks over Xiaoyu’s face. When this soft yet firm barrier presses against Xiaoyu’s features, all her attempts to breathe, both inhalation and exhalation, become utterly futile. How long Xiaoyu can endure, how much suffering she experiences, depends entirely on the timing of Xiaomeng’s face-sitting. If Xiaoyu has just exhaled, her lungs empty, this moment is undoubtedly the most agonizing. Xiaoyu writhes beneath the pressure of the latex, feebly attempting to push away the obstruction, a muffled whimper escaping her throat, like a stranded fish gasping for its last breath of air. Meanwhile, Xiaomeng watches Xiaoyu’s reactions beneath her with keen interest, her eyes radiating a sense of complete control.