My brothers face is just my cushion. I love resting my ass on it. I know my step-brother can’t breathe as I crush his head with all the weight of my ass. He starts to put fight to try and get away, but I’m too strong for him and easily keep him pinned under my ass. I smother him so good that he is out and all I can do is just laugh. He goes and I play with his limbs to see if he is faking it to get me to stop. This is what I mean when I tell my step-brother to stay out of my room or I’m going to sit on its face, so he can’t breathe.