John watched in horror as Amelia's rear drew closer and closer to his face, with only milliseconds to spare he took as deep a breath as he could. John's eyes darted around as they traced Amelia's features. The broad outline of her butt-cheeks, the darkened skin around her holes, he long labia that dangled down towards his face, and the glistening sheen of the moisture on her skin.
There was a moment of silence as John's breath was cut off. With Amelia firmly planted on his face, both his mouth and nose were pressed up against her vulva. John continued to hold his breath in the hopes that she might change her mind.
Seconds passed, these seconds stretched into minutes. All the while John remained stuck between Amelia's legs, and somehow fully conscious.
"You know you don't need to breathe through your mouth anymore right?" Asked Amelia. "They added a new breathing system during the surgery."
This was little relief to John as his face was still planted between her legs. Staring up between them he could see her abdomen and the underside of her breasts. The view was like nothing John has ever had the privilege of seeing before.
"You'll have to open that mouth of yours eventually you know." Said Amelia. "Its basically your job now." She added. "Most guys would jump at the chance to do this."
John couldn't deny that the situation was making him horny, but his pride wouldn't let him give in to her demands.
Amelia meanwhile, fed up with John's behavior, and still wanting to get herself off, began sliding her lips back and forth across John's face.
