Charles was panting like a steam engine, and as she took off the strap-on harness she quickly checked that he was OK. He seemed fine, so Alina lowered herself so that her ass was right over his face, and then she simply sat down. His cry of surprise was quite muffled, and Alina was careful to keep count of how long he’d been without air. After fifteen seconds she raised herself up and allowed him to take two or three gulping breaths. Would the coated spandex of her leggings be airtight, she wondered.
“What do we say for being given the honor or kissing my ass?” she asked harshly.
“Thank you, Alina!” he gasped.
As soon as he’d said the words Alina dropped her weight back onto him.
After repeating the process three or four times she noticed his c**k was getting hard again inside the clea
