Under Her Ass as She Watches Sex and the City (Facesitting Diary)

The smell of her sex, the sensation of being right up inside her womanly musk, her laughter…

“I want to watch Sex and the City, and I need a chair,” Queen Nazz said.

The episode began with the four ladies sitting around the table at a soul food fussion restaurant. Carrie described the restaurant as “Martha Stewart meets Puff Daddy on a plate” in her narration. Ooof.

Then a handsome black man walked onto the screen, and it was stated that he worked in the music industry, thus justifying whatever thin connection okra and salmon has to do with rap music. Samantha, of course, was all over the high-status guy. I couldn’t see what happened in the rest of the episode because Nazz’s ass was blocking my view of the television.

Nazz’s ass sunk onto my face. Her weight rested on my skull. My nose fit in between her ass cheeks. She enjoyed watching the episode without thinking about me.

My nose was blocked by the fabric of her panties. I struggled to suck in as much air as I could through my mouth. I tried to stay still. I wanted to be the good boy for her, letting her rest and enjoy herself. Being under a woman and being used by her for her enjoyment is the ultimate prize of a female supremacist male submissive like myself.

I strained to move my head to the side to get a bigger breath. I put my head back in its place, fit my nose into the ass cheek slot as soon as I filled my lungs. But Nazz still complained, “Why is my chair moving?”

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