Ramon is trapped in the confining smother box, known to him as his "meditation cube." But to his dismay, Nina, Bex, and Duchess all take turns pressing their curvaceous backsides onto his face, depriving him of air. The scent of their bare feet and bubbly butts fills the small space, a mixture of perfume and sweat. Despite Ramon's struggle, the girls continue to chat casually as if this were a normal occurrence. He can hear snippets of their conversation between gasps for breath beneath their derrieres. Each time he inhales, he is overwhelmed by the overwhelming aroma and weight bearing dow...

Ramon is trapped in the confining smother box, known to him as his "meditation cube." But to his dismay, Nina, Bex, and Duchess all take turns pressing their curvaceous backsides onto his face, depriving him of air. The scent of their bare feet and bubbly butts fills the small space, a mixture of perfume and sweat. Despite Ramon's struggle, the girls continue to chat casually as if this were a normal occurrence. He can hear snippets of their conversation between gasps for breath beneath their derrieres. Each time he inhales, he is overwhelmed by the overwhelming aroma and weight bearing down on him. This is certainly not the peaceful meditation session he had envisioned when entering the cube.