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Trapped beneath my ass… exactly where you belong. You’re so small, so insignificant, completely at my mercy with no way out. I take my time, shifting slowly above you, making sure you feel every second of your helpless position. And then… I casually let out soft, teasing farts, like it means nothing to me — while I know it means everything to you. I smirk, enjoying the power, the control, the humiliation you’re streined to endure beneath me. You don’t get to move. You don’t get to escape. You just stay there… trapped, taking it all, exactly how I decide. Because under me… you’re nothing more than a tiny presence, existing only to endure my world.