"Breath while you can runt" Jackson laughs.

He puts the jar on the floor, his giant face smirking at you from the opening. Then, he turns around and slowly lowers his ass. His black gym shorts tighten around his round ass as it descends on your only access to pure air.

Jackson sits down, his ass covering the opening of the jar, closing it tightly.

The air quickly become stiff because of Jackson's sweaty crack.

"Please... don't..." You say while tapping on the glass, already having trouble breathing.

Jackson just chuckles.