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crushing his chest to hurt, and grind my bones into his flesh.

I hear him yelping, sound of his pleading for mercy muffled by my body.

Poor thing.

He can't possibly breathe.

This material?

I'll stop in case, I don't want to get any of the others.

I do a catch, I'm practicing holding his breath, holding his head underwater.

I do a sore belly.

Oh, there you go.

I almost asked him if he was comfortable, which, doesn't matter if you're comfortable, does it?

Your comfort is completely irrelevant.

I sit comfortably upon your bony knobby face.

At least you flattened out.

This is a little bit more comfortable for me.

There we go.

Much better.

Now, a moment to take his last breath under my latex covered ass.

He looks at us, and if he's lucky, I'll die for this too.

It's an oceanic gas, it's rare.

It sucks it all in, fills up his belly with oxygen.

Sometimes I just can't hold it anymore.

He tries to explode, but my abs and my thighs make him complete.

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