New girl dahlia completely wrapped my face to her ass like a pair of undies! She buried me deep between those butt cheeks as I tongue cleaned her asshole the entire time. She wore my face so tight, I cummed my pants the second she started blasting smelly wet farts into my mouth! Dahlia treated my face like she would a toilet seat, and my mouth was the bowl! I felt so humiliated.
In the dimly lit room, she stood confidently before me. Her plump, round ass was the perfect canvas for the plastic wrap she skillfully applied to encase my head. She wrapped my face tightly to her butt, creating an intimate connection that left me feeling both aroused and incredibly vulnerable.
As she finished, Dahlia stepped back to admire her work. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched my face contort against the tight wrap. "There you are, slave," she purred, running a finger down the front of my face. "All wrapped up like a Christmas present for me."
With that, she sat down on a nearby chair, positioning herself just out of reach of the cum now soaking through my pants. She teased me by wiggling her ass slightly, causing the plastic wrap to shift and rub against my face. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and the smell of her ass filled my nostrils.
Dahlia's hands moved to her ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly to reveal her tight little asshole. "Now," she commanded, her voice low and seductive. "Tongue clean my asshole."
Without hesitation, I began to clean her ass with my tongue, lapping up the smelly juices that oozed from her tight hole. As I did so, she played with the plastic wrap, pulling it tighter against my face to keep me locked in position.
"Mmm, that's it," she moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure. "You're such a good little cock-ass trollop, aren't you?"
Hours passed in this manner, with Dahlia alternating between taking long, hot shits and riding on top of me while I licked her asshole clean. The plastic wrap became smeared with my snot and saliva, forming a sickeningly intimate bond between us.
Finally, exhaustion set in, and Dahlia reluctantly released me from my ordeal. She untied the plastic wrap from around my face, revealing the ravaged mess that had once been my cheeks. As I lay there, panting and spent, all I could think about was the humiliation I had willingly endured for her pleasure.
Despite the pain and embarrassment, a small part of me couldn't help but wonder when I would see her again. Because even though I knew it would hurt, I also knew that the thrill of being completely owned by her would be worth every moment.
