Every fat girl face sitting fantasy starts the same way. With you on your back, me standing over you, and both of us knowing exactly what is about to happen to your ability to breathe.
I am Ruby. Twenty six, gloriously fat, and carrying thighs that could crush a watermelon. Or a man's head, if he is polite about it. This fat girl face sitting fantasy is my specialty, my love language, and quite possibly your cause of death. Do not worry. You will die happy.
Let me tell you about last Saturday.
Your Fat Girl Face Sitting Fantasy Begins With a Warning
I told him straight up. I am going to sit on your face, and I am not getting up until I cum. That is the deal. You can tap out, but if you tap out, you do not get to try again. He laughed. They always laugh. Then I climbed on.
I lowered myself slow, teasing, letting him feel the heat first, the softness, the weight of what was coming. Then I sat. All the way. Two hundred and sixty pounds of woman settling onto his mouth like I owned it. Because I did.
The First Minute of Any Fat Girl Face Sitting Fantasy Is the Sweetest
He panicked. They always panic. His hands grabbed my hips, my thighs, anything to anchor himself while my entire body pressed down and my pussy sealed over his mouth like a lid. I could feel him gasping, feel his tongue working frantically, desperately, trying to please me while his lungs screamed for air.
Good, I told him. Use that panic. Lick like your life depends on it, baby. Because right now, it kind of does.
And oh, he licked. He licked like I was the last meal on earth. His tongue found my clit and I ground down harder, rolling my hips, smothering him in waves. I could hear him moaning into me, muffled and wrecked, and the sound went straight through me.
Why My Fat Girl Face Sitting Fantasy Always Ends the Same Way
I do not get up early. That is the rule. I do not care how much you are struggling, how red your face is, how desperately your hands are squeezing my ass. I ride your face until I am done, and I am never done quickly.
I came so hard I nearly blacked out. My thighs locked around his ears, my whole body shaking, and I just kept grinding, kept smothering, kept taking. When I finally stood up, he was gasping like a fish, soaked from chin to chest, staring up at me like I was a goddess.
I am, baby. A very heavy goddess.
I looked down at him, dripping and destroyed, and I said the words I always say. Who is next? Because one face is never enough for me.
The Secret to a Perfect Fat Girl Face Sitting Fantasy
Here is what the skinny girls do not understand. This is not just about weight. It is about confidence. It is about a woman who knows her body is a weapon and wields it without a single apology. I do not suck in. I do not apologize for taking up space. I take up all of it, especially the space right above your mouth.
I like them nervous. I like the moment they realize I am really going to do it, really going to sit, really going to stay. I like the panic turning into worship. Because by the end, they are not scared anymore. They are addicted. They would let me suffocate them every day for the rest of their lives if I asked.
And sometimes, I ask.
Your Fat Girl Face Sitting Fantasy Is One Call Away
So here you are, reading this, already imagining the weight, the heat, the moment the air runs out and all that is left is me. Call me and tell me your own fat girl face sitting fantasy. Tell me how long you think you can last. I will laugh, because I already know the answer, and then I will describe exactly what I would do to your face, in my voice, while you touch yourself and wish you were under me.
If you want to talk to me right now, call the dispatcher at (888)-202-6036 and ask for Ruby. Bring a strong back, baby. You are going to need it.