Chapter 2: Building Tension
She reaches both hands behind her head and grasps her ponytail, tugging it once to stretch her body. Her long dark hair tumbles down past her shoulders as she unties the pink scrunchie.
She lets it down and seductively shakes her head from side to side slowly, bending just slightly at the waist - knowing full well that Michael can't look away. She makes him wait before she slowly begins to pull her tight blue jeans down.
Her movements are slow, teasing him as she takes a few steps away, bending over and giving him a full view of her perfect ass, covered only by a pair of panties with Frozen on them.
"Like what you see, Michael?" She taunts, looking back at him over her shoulder with a wicked grin.
Her jeans now on the floor, she steps out of them and saunters back towards him, hips swaying side-to-side.
Do these make my ass look big? She questioned ooting him a playful glance, she puts both hands on her full hips and raises an eyebrow.
"You already know the answer to that, Mel." He mumbles, trying and failing to tear his gaze away from her luscious body.
She walks forward until she's directly over him, her knees slightly parted. "Think you can handle all of this?" She asks, a hand lightly resting on each knee.
He takes a deep breath and replies, " I'll do my best."
Mel then playfully winks at him, as she lowers herself down, straddling his chest.
"Well, I hope your best is good enough," she teases, before arching her back and pressing her ass against his face.
Mel lets out a moan, "Yes, just like that."
He could feel her warmth against his face and can't help but breathe in her scent.
Mel wiggles back till her huge round ass is snuggly pressed against his face, he can feel her every move.
"Put your hands on my hips, Michael. Guide me," she orders, in a husky, wanton tone.
Mel's ass is so close to him that he can feel the heat radiating off of her. He places his hands on her hips, and begins to guide her movements.
Involuntarily, Michael's hips thrust upward as he felt Mel's ass grinding into his face.
He begins to notice her ass growing heavier and larger.
Mel keeps wiggling her ass and teases Michael by saying, "Like the view, Michael?" She asks, peering back at him.
He realizes that the weight on his face is no longer just Mel's ass, but something much more.
Before he can even verbalize his discomfort, he hears Mel's victorious gasp as she realizes what has just happened.
"I-is that my ass growing, or are you," Michael stammers, barely able to get the words out with Mel's weight on his face.
She laughs, a wicked and triumphant sound. "A little bit of both, I suppose. But mostly me."
With a sense of finality, Michael feels her ass settle on his face, completely engulfing it. He struggles to breathe, to talk, to move beneath her. But it's useless. She has him trapped.
"Now, what am I going to do with you?" She teases, reaching behind to grab a handful of her own ass, lovingly squeezing and patting it against his face.
He tries to speak, to beg for mercy, but all that comes out is a muffled moan.
She giggles and continues her gentle torture, grinding her ass back and forth against his face.
Mel leans forward, resting her weight on her knees and placing a hand on either side of his head. "Comfortable?" she asks, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He squirms, his face pressed between her massive buttcheeks. "Uh huh," he manages, his voice higher-pitched from lack of air.
But Mel doesn't seem to care. She continues her gentle assault, rolling her hips and grinding her ass against him.
"Michael, Michael, Michael," she coos, "I could get used to this. You're at my mercy, and I am loving it." And with that, she gives his face an extra-hard squeeze, before sitting back up and giving him a moment to breathe.
He gasps in the fresh air, and Mel chuckles at the sight of him, still pinned beneath her.