He thought he could fight me off but now he's flattened under my body and my thick thighs are squeezing his head while I keep his arms pinned above him. I feel powerful as fuck with him trapped under my kneeling stance, arms pinned tight. I don t let him breathe clean air for a second, instead blasting him with hot, putrid gas while he struggles uselessly against my superior strength. My red bodysuit is riding up so deep, every nasty sound and smell going straight to his trapped nose. Think you can handle my farts better than he did? 😈