MELT UNDER ME- Ass Worship

I know exactly why you pressed play. You crave the weight of my ass claiming your face and mind... here, you melt beneath Me, surrendering breath, body and thoughts as I use you for comfort and pleasure.

You begged for my ass, and now you’re getting every inch of it. I deny you air unless you’ve earned it. You worship, you sniff, you stay still while I use your face like a seat.

I strip you of everything you were before. The only thing that exists is my ass: the weight, the scent, the smothering control that rewrites your identity. You breathe when I allow it. You think only what I tell you to think. Your purpose is simple: worship, inhale, and become mine. Your old self doesn’t survive this.