With a slow, deliberate motion, she backs into you, her massive ass pressing firmly against your body—completely smothering your head and chest. The weight and warmth of her curves lock you in place like a living cushion. “Aww... look at you,” she coos, glancing back with a devilish grin. “Completely pinned... under my ass.” She gives a light wiggle, grinding just enough to make you feel every soft, overwhelming inch. “Bet you didn’t think this is how your day would end, huh?” She lets out a mock sigh of comfort. “So small... so helpless... and so perfectly trapped.” Her tone turns sing-song as she presses in a little more. “You’re not going anywhere, little toy. You might as well get used to it back there.”