Squished, Sinn Sage, Daisy Ducati

i am sick of daisy ducati and ready for an ass- whooping—seriously, it feels like a slapstick wrestling skit. we start to grapple, and it's like i'm auditioning for an absurd comedy i easily get her in a throat-sitting position, squeezing her face between my strong thighs as if this were a pie-eating contest gone wrong. i'm hand-sm0thering her mouth and nose, while she tries to gag, talk back, and pull off the most ridiculous faces. she gets on top of me, humiliating me by squishing my face between her sexy thighs, making me wonder if i'm starring in a slapstick sitcom. we struggle for dominance; i ass-sm0ther her with my big booty like this is a risqué clown act, but she scissor-holds my face toward her crotch for an encore. she's face fucking, and i scream for release—it's embarrassing, all right, as she's pushing my face into her pussy, so even the armhold and handgagging seem preferable. the nose pinching has me gasping and my eyes rolling dramatically.