Your face throbs as Aero's spittle remains on your cheek, his cruel laughter still echoing in your ears as the front door slams shut. The pressure of his footprint remains in your vision as you lay there, chest heaving with sobs. The couch cushions still smell faintly of sweat and dust, but you can't bring yourself to move. Your body aches from his rough treatment, and your throat burns where his toes had invaded.
"Oh my god, did you just get beat up by freshmen?" Quinn's voice cuts through the air like a knife, dripping with mock concern.
You lift your head slightly to see Quinn standing in the doorway, his pink sunglasses glinting under the dim light of the living room. He's wearing his usual outfit—tiny pink hoodie stretched tight over his belly and the ridiculous daisy duke shorts that somehow manage to contain his ample ass. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face as he steps closer, his flip-flops slapping against the floor.
"You poor thing," he purrs, crouching down beside you. His sausage-like fingers reach out to poke at your swollen face with exaggerated care. "Did the big bad 9th graders hurt my wittle brother?"
His plump fingers press against your face, not quite hurting but not gentle either. You can smell the artificial fruitiness of his shamppo and the faint musk of his sweat as he looms closer, his face flushed with delight at your predicament.
"Look at you," Quinn continues in that saccharine tone that always precedes something awful. "All sprawled out on the floor like a used-up toy. And look how red your face is!" His plump fingers trace the line of your cheek, leaving a tingling trail. "Did you cry? Oh wait—you're still crying, aren't you?"
His knee comes down onto your thigh with unexpected force, pinning you in place.
“i know just what will make your face feel better” he said in that sarcasticly sweet tone of his.
You wicnced knowing all to well what he planed to to, he was going to sit on you!
Shure enugh he pulled down his daisy duke shorts ans let the the ample flesh of his fat ass spill out.
He grunts with effort as he straddles your face, his enormous ass spreading to accommodate your face beneath him. The soft, sweaty heat of his skin surrounds you as he sinks down, his weight pressing against your helpless face, deliberate movements.
"Mmm, you feel nice and warm," Quinn coos, rocking his hips slightly to grind his buttocks against your face. His fat flesh jiggles with the motion, warm and slightly damp from earlier sweat. He lets out a contented sigh, rolling his hips in slow circles against your face.
His skin is soft but suffocating, pressing against your mouth and nose as he deliberately grinds against your face. You can smell the ripe smell of his sweat mixing with the stench of cologne, an overwhelming combination.
"so relaxing," Quinn murmurs, clearly enjoying the sensation of your face beneath his ass. "I'm sure Aero made you his bitch when you got home, hes soo cool unlike you! Maybe I should thank him for getting you nice and broken in for me?."
Quinn presses down harder, his thick thighs squeezing your head as he sinks into a comfortable position.
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