"No more than me wanting you there," she said, smiling and relaxing more, her weight limiting me to tiny sips of breath.
"Is it wrong?" she asked, mirroring my question, "that when I'm doing this with you, watching you struggle to breathe, feeling how hard you are against me, that all I want to do is feel your body starting to panic, feel my control be so complete."
"No more than me wanting it," I said.
"Good," she said and lifted herself, moving with that oddly graceful ponderousness of a truly fat woman.
She grunted with each move, as she swung her leg over me and then swapped ends. I watched, fascinated, as she moved, facing my feet now and kneewalking forward, huge and ungainly but oddly graceful. The mass of her belly covered my face and blocked my view so I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. She grunted loudly as she rocked from side to side so she could capture my arms behind her knees, the backs of her thighs, and her calves locking me into a soft vice from which there was no hope for escape.
Her labia were huge fat-filled bags of flesh and when she reached down and parted them all I could see was a big, dark, damp cavern and I welcomed it as she slowly lowered herself onto me. Her labia, big and soft and wet covered my face and I was immersed in her as she settled, pressing me into the pillow and mattress with a long sigh of pure satisfaction.
I felt her hand on my erection, stroking me gently as I managed little sips of air, my tongue probing, seeking, finding the hard button of her clitoris deep in that dark wet hollow of her sex. When I pressed with my tongue I felt sudden tension and she settled, even more, my face covered with her labia, no air available.
And I was loving it.
Her hips rocked a little and I felt her start to flow. Her thick, hot, salty nectary started to run into my mouth and I couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up.
My face was buried in her and my ears were covered by the soft fat of her ass. It was more bone conduction than hearing as I heard her deep grunt when she came, my mouth overflowing now, my nose and sinuses filling with the hot, thick honey. I had no air and if I could have had my eyes open I'm sure I would have seen my vision going dark at the edges. Her hand was masturbating me and she knew what she was doing. She was holding me on the edge.
When my body started writhing in panic, there was nothing I could do to stop that, my body porpoising but unable to escape, she lifted herself allowing me a breath which I took, gasping as if I was breaking the surface after almost drowning, before her weight cut off my air again.
She held me there, on the edge of ejaculation but also on the edge of body panic, as she came in waves, her hot, thick nectar filling my mouth and nose and my stomach too as I drank her release greedily.
