Clearly enjoying my suffering, Ariel made sure to wear this nearly every time she rode my face, knowing that her frenzied rubbing and pumping would cause the bottom to keep belling out allowing me to see the bottoms of her breasts but not much else. And then even this maddeningly limited view began to be denied me, as the growing dome of Ariel’s belly increasingly blocked it from my nightly spot buried under her crotch. And despite the ever increasing regularity and fervency of her downright brutal use of me, as I’d known it would, Ariel’s surliness and ill-temper soon returned and got continuously worse.
In addition to rarely having a kind word for me, she began to take almost daily advantage of her newly declared right and duty of punishing me. If unable to find a suitable flaw in my h
