It was the first time my face had been sat on...
I don't remember much else about that night. Just how they'd walked up to me, complimented my petite figure and asked if I would help them with a movie they were making.
"It's a comedy." They'd told me.
"Ew! She's, like, actually sniffing my butthole."
"Probably cause she can't breathe, Gina! Don't kill her."
Thank God the camera girl had given an excuse for my heavy breathing. My mouth was technically free. Gina's cheeks pressed against it without sealing it shut entirely. My nose, though, it had been swallowed up into the valley between those cheeks, buried in a pocket of earthy, nauseating. warmth. With every inhale, I could feel her winking against my nostrils.
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Experimenting with lights and stuff. Don't mind me.