The Unbearable Lightness of Being Crushed

The room is filled with the soft sighs of the crushed and the rhythmic rustling of fabric against skin. The top cushion shifts slightly, allowing for a tantalizing glimpse of the figure beneath, their body contorting in pleasure as they're compressed, their breath coming in quick gasps. The crusher, their face a mask of concentration, applies more pressure, their own body tense with the effort and the thrill of their partner's surrender. As the crushed one begs for more, the crusher obliges, pushing down harder, until the only sounds are the muffled moans of ecstasy and the soft thud of flesh against cushion.

• fetish
• crush

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