As the sound of Monica's laughter hit your ears, you knew the time for talking and arguing was over. You squirmed and struggled to try to free yourself, but her grip was too firm.
"Mmm, I like that spirit boy toy. I'll have to remember that you can squirm like that later," she chuckled.
The enormous cheerleader moved you to the edge of her bare backside. Your mouth dropped as you saw how much she displaced the soft mattress by simply sitting.
"You've already experienced my thong," Monica laughed, "But now you're really going to find out how miserable I can make your life with my ass!" she crowed. She shifted her weight to the side, rolling her cheek off the bed before pulling her hips in the air fully. With no further pomp, she callously flicked your body, sending you flying into the crater in her mattress that still remained from her thick booty.
You froze as you stared up in awe. Monica's full fleshy cheeks were your ceiling and your sky. Your mind screamed at you to run, but your body wouldn't respond. You had been caught staring at the Latina's curves before, but this time it would cost you dearly.
"Getting a good enough look slave boy?" Monica taunted, finally breaking your trance. But it was too late. "Let me make sure you get a first class view," she laughed before relaxing her hips, sending her ass cascading over your small body.
You opened your mouth to scream, but her flesh filled it before any sound could come out. You were amazed that you weren't a simple red smear, but then remembered Monica's promise of durability. It seemed like much more of a curse than a gift now, with all of her weight pressing you two dimensional.
Your tormentor laughed as she felt your body flatten beneath her own. But she wasn't done yet. She sat up and spun, sending more weight to be supported beneath her backside. The spinning twisted your flat body as her flesh attempted to take you with it but not allowing the space for you to move.
She squealed happily to herself as she bounced along the edge of her bed, pausing only to grind her naked flesh over your battered body. You are in awe that something that soft and beautiful could cause such intense pain.
Monica finally stands to admire her ass's handiwork only to drop back down into your prone body in a fit of laughter at the sight of your flattened, smeared form.
"Well slave," she addresses you beneath her booty and her voice somehow makes it to your flattened ears beneath layers of flesh, "I hope you've learned your lesson on respect. As for now, we both stink after that party. I'm going to take a shower, and you're coming with me," she commands.
How do you spend your shower with Monica?
