Room for Uncertainty

[RockRye]

Michaela supposed she did know the truth to what Angel said about LAW loving their... spice in matches. She and Iya had discussed the matter when they received their contracts, and while they couldn't have said no from a financial standpoint, they had discussed how much they were willing to get into those matches. Iya hadn't cared a bit. Michaela had been hesitant, but because the two of them had never been involved in those sensual types of matches before, they had seemed like a distant concern, not something all that tied to the two of them when they got here. LAW had been wishy-washy on what they wanted the two of them for, too. Yet Michaela had strangely found herself... not caring. Not worried about it. Even if one or both of them suffering in a facesit would surely happen at times in matches, it was something to consider in the moment, not to plan for.

Not until Angel proposed she should learn because it could happen anytime, though.

She gave a noncommittal "well, yeah" to him, though her face lit up red again when he mentioned that she had the body for it. She felt her cheeks grow even hotter, and her fingers brushed nervously over the edge of her pants as if she were trying to tether herself to reality.

"Maybe," she started, her voice awkward and her tone hesitant. "But—"

Before she could finish what she was going to say, Angel interrupted. He said he’d show her.

Michaela froze. Show her? How? Her mind raced through possibilities, but her stomach flipped when she realized he didn’t mean lying down to let her try something on him. No, he meant he was going to do it to her.

The realization hit her like a freight train when he urged her to lie down. Stunned, she stumbled over a few words she started and stopped, her lips forming sounds that never made it into sentences. The idea of a man executing a facesit, even one with a flair as effeminate as Angel’s, wasn’t something she had ever considered. Yet now she was here, in this moment, faced with it... literally.

Something gripped her in the chest, an inexplicable pull that told her to go along with it.

"Okay," she murmured, her voice soft but strangely resolved.

She laid back, her body stiff and her eyes darting upward to the ceiling. She tried to focus on that blank space above her, anything to keep her from overthinking what was about to happen. Her hands fidgeted at her sides before she placed them on her stomach in an attempt to look casual. Her legs crossed at the ankles as she stared upward, ignoring the strange sensations bubbling up inside her.

But the moment she saw him settling over her, her eyes widened. He wasn’t just crouching; he was pulling down his pants.

Her breath hitched.

Her gaze snapped back toward him, her voice catching in her throat when she saw the thong he wore. It was tiny, barely covering anything, and her mind spun. She wanted to ask if he really needed to do this without his pants on, but the words wouldn’t come.

Her brain screamed for her to say something, anything, but she couldn’t. Her body told her to remain silent. Her throat was dry, her lips parted in shock.

And then, he sat down.

The world around her disappeared as her senses were consumed by him. Her head pressed into the mat beneath her as the weight of his body settled onto her face. His thighs framed her head on either side, warm and firm against her cheeks, while his scantily clad backside enveloped her face completely. The thin fabric of the thong did little to create a barrier, and she felt every contour, every curve, every degree of heat as he adjusted his position. Her breathing became shallow, her exhales brushing against him. Each inhale was filled with a faint, musky scent that the thong didn’t conceal, and her lips inadvertently grazed his skin as she exhaled.

Michaela’s mind raced. Her hands clenched slightly on her stomach, but she didn’t push him away. She didn’t even move. Instead, she froze, utterly still beneath him, her body a mix of tension and something else, something deeper and far more confusing.

Her cheeks burned hotter than ever, the humiliation washing over her in waves. But alongside it was a thrill she couldn’t explain. She hated how her body reacted, how her skin tingled and her heart raced.

She wanted to hate this. She should hate this.

But she didn’t.

Her breaths came quicker as Angel wriggled his hips slightly, the subtle movements pressing him further into her. She shut her eyes tightly as if that could block out the overwhelming sensations, but it only heightened her awareness of every shift, every ounce of weight bearing down on her.

And then there was another sensation, one she hadn’t expected. Angel’s thong-clad crotch rested up against her chin. It was a new dimension of the experience, one that was far removed from anything she had encountered before in matches with women, even the few brief times she’d been subjected to something similar. The proximity of it, the warmth and undeniable intimacy, made her head swim.

Her hands faltered. Hovering just above her stomach, they twitched uncertainly in the air as if debating where to go. Should she push him off? Should she grab his thighs to steady herself? The indecision left her hands trembling slightly, finally falling limply to her sides. She couldn’t bring herself to act, frozen in the maelstrom of sensations and emotions.

Her thoughts spiraled. How had she let herself end up like this? Why wasn’t she fighting back? And why, deep down, did she feel like she didn’t want to?

[ADarlingDucky]

Swinging his leg over Michaela's head, his hands would slide down to his pants, already hanging low on his hips and exposing some of his rear, and slowly pull them down to bare his ass, only a small pink thong that was lost between his cheeks adorning it now! Angel hovered above Michaela for a moment, letting her process the situation, taking in the sight of him just above her. It was fair to say that Angel didn't have a body like most men, instead sporting a far more feminine figure, something that the blonde had always been particularly proud of. He had a delicate face and a slim build, but one thing he possessed that seemed to turn eyes no matter where he went was his rear end.

It was big. That was certainly one way to put it, but it wasn't just the size of it that stood out, it was how perfectly round and soft it was, shaking with each little movement that he made. It was part of the reason that his pants sat the way that they did, leaving some of his cheeks exposed so that the whole world could see just how much they shook when he moved or did anything. And now, that very large, pale ass was descending onto Michaela's face, as the wordless blonde underneath Angel simply lied there and took it as he sat down on her face!

"Mmmmmhhh..." Angel let out a satisfied purr as he put his weight down on Michaela's pretty features, and in a very short time indeed, she was buried beneath him. A small, electric rush went through his body as he relaxed atop her, the sensation of burying someone in his rear like this never quite failing to do so! Michaela's hands hovered over her stomach, and for a moment he watched them with curious eyes, before eventually, they would slowly relax down onto the mat, simply laying there as she remained wedged in his ass.

Perfect.

"See? Just like this, you can take away your opponent's ability to breathe... to see... they are just stuck with you, until they find some way out." Angel's voice was breathy and low, but just loud enough to ensure Michaela could hear his gentle words, as he continued on. "You know in some ways, I think what you said earlier is right. About it being hard to focus on the match like this. But that's why it works so well." As he spoke, his hips would very slowly grind side to side, even just a tiny bit up and down, grinding against Michaela! His hefty cheeks smushed her face, and he could feel her hot breaths against him, all as he continued.

"Some people are mortified. Some absolutely hate it. Some people... really love it." His last statement being accompanied by him gently setting his hands against her stomach, ever so lightly rubbing along her soft skin. "But every second that they stay under you, stewing in those feelings, is another second they don't get to breathe. Or, if they do, it's breathing in you." Angel gave one more little wiggle of his hips, shaking his cheeks in her face, before settling down and sitting still atop the blonde beneath him, casting a sly glance over his shoulder at the top of her head peeking out from his rear, savoring the scene of it.

"Just give me a little tap when you're finished down there..." It was both a way out for her, but also, an act of submission. He was curious to see if she'd take it, or push him off... or if perhaps, she would remain there a bit longer, as some other sensations filled her head. So many options, and each one would be thrilling to see!

[RockRye]

Even as Angel’s voice reached her ears, the words blurred into the periphery of Michaela’s awareness. The hum of the gym and the squeak of her head against the mat seemed louder than his voice, but his tone, smooth and teasing, still slipped through the haze. She caught fragments: “stuck,” “love it,” “feelings.” Each word burrowed into her, tugging at the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her mind. It was as though he were pointing directly at her, calling her out for her inability to reconcile what was happening. And as much as she wanted to deny it, there was a truth in his insinuation that made her heart race. Her embarrassment radiated like fire across her cheeks, and the sensation of her eyelashes fluttering against the curve of his rear only deepened her flustered state.

Her view was dominated by him, the swell of his body so close, so invasive. She couldn’t process it properly, couldn’t find a way to file it away in her mind as just another training exercise. No, this was something else. Something that had her questioning everything about why she wasn’t resisting, why she wasn’t fighting harder, why she couldn’t frame this as anything but… strangely, deeply satisfying.

The heat building between her thighs was undeniable, though, if still entirely confusing. She let out a soft, muffled noise, a question she didn’t have the answer to, buried as it was in the pressure of his weight and the intoxicating intimacy of his body pressed so firmly against her face.

The smothering was relentless, consuming. His thong-clad rear sealed her nose and mouth completely, allowing no respite from the closeness, no escape from the overwhelming sensation of being pinned and helpless. She could feel every shift, every grind, as though he were branding her with his dominance. Her breath came in shallow bursts through the minimal gaps left by the fabric, but it wasn’t enough. The world felt smaller, closer, as her senses narrowed to him and only him.

As he finally settled fully, his weight pressed her further into the mat, robbing her of sight and any semblance of freedom. Her heart pounded in her chest, the lack of air making her lightheaded, her thoughts fragmented. The heat in her cheeks spread, a flush that coursed down her neck and across her body. She felt the pressure of his hands on her stomach faintly, but it was lost in the rush of sensation that had her entire being thrumming with awareness.

She forced herself to hold still, her body tense as she resisted the urge to rub her thighs together, a gesture that would betray too much, that would shatter the fragile barrier she held between herself and the truth of her reaction. But every passing second made the effort harder, and the tension only grew as her mind swam in the haze of suffocation and intimacy.

A moan bubbled in her throat, soft and pitiful, a sound even she couldn’t fully decipher. It was an admission of sorts, of confusion, of surrender, of a feeling she couldn’t yet name. It was almost enough to make her stay, to let herself slip fully into the daze of it all. But as the lightheadedness grew stronger, clarity pierced through just enough to remind her of reality.

With the trembling hand that had been resting uselessly against her side, Michaela finally brought it up, tapping rapidly on Angel’s hip. The motion was weak but frantic, a clear plea for release. A final gesture that acknowledged she had reached her limit, even if part of her wished she hadn’t.

[ADarlingDucky]

Settling himself onto Michaela's face, Angel would slowly let more and more of his weight down on her, until finally, he would be sitting flush on her pretty features, leaving her buried between his thick, round cheeks, completely hiding the woman beneath her! Angel's movements, slow and deliberate, would make sure that she was left awash in a sea of booty, his plump behind gently grinding against her this way and that, until he had finally stopped and settled his weight on her to truly suffocate her! And at the same time, he could feel the hot breaths from her against his cheeks, the low moans that were muffled into his ass, all bringing a red hue to his face as well! His hands rubbed gently over her stomach, the soft skin warm to the touch, and as he continued to speak to the woman underneath him, Angel could already feel himself growing more attracted to her, warm feelings that made his heart beat just a bit faster!

Of course, this entire time, Michaela had been buried so deep in his rear that getting any air was nigh impossible, and for as much as he wanted to enjoy this position for hours more, she would soon need to breathe! At Angel's gentle nudging, Michaela's hand would come up from the mat where it had rested and tap against his curvy hip, a series of light but frantic touches that conveyed how short on air she'd let herself become! And so Angel would, with one last wiggle of his hips, raise up off of her and give her the air she so desired!

Lifting himself up, the curvy blonde male would let her re-adjust to a world not overwhelmed by booty, with the first thing she saw likely being his massive cheeks hovering over her face. He'd then slide himself backwards, shifting his knees along the mat to move further above her. His groin, just barely concealed by the tiny pink thong he wore would ever so gently brush across her face as he did so, leaving her to wonder if it was on purpose, or just an accident! But as he finally moved off of her, he'd pull his pants back up to where they normally sat, still low enough on his hips to show plenty of rear, before sitting down and leaning over her!

"Are you okay Michaela? You were down there for a while..." He gently asked, even lifting her head up slightly to place it down on his lap, letting her rest against him as she recovered some air!

For a moment, he studied her face. Pretty, just as pretty as she had been from the second she walked in, but now she was flushed bright red, hair somewhat tousled against her face from what had just occurred. It made Angel's heart flutter a bit, but it also brought to mind something that was obvious to him, though to Michaela, it might come as yet another surprising leap forwards in their increasing lewd training session!

"So... wanna try it yourself?" A simple question, but also a very pointed one, as it was now Michaela's turn to decide if she wanted to ride his face, or if she were still trying to recover from the lengthy smothering she had just taken!

[RockRye]

For a moment, Michaela thought Angel wasn’t going to let her go. She had tapped, hadn’t she? She’d done what she was supposed to, and still, he didn’t move right away. Instead, he wriggled again, his weight shifting just enough to remind her how helpless she was beneath him. Her head swam, her thoughts too muddled to make sense of what she’d do, or how she’d feel, if he didn’t release her.

But then, he did.

As the weight lifted from her, Michaela sucked in a desperate gulp of air, the chill of the room filling her lungs and soothing the fire that had burned in her chest. Relief washed over her in waves. Relief for the simple act of breathing freely again. Relief for the clarity returning to her mind. Relief for her head, which throbbed slightly from where it had been pressed into the mats. Relief that... she didn't have to sort out any more of what went on in her head and between her legs. She could... unpack it later.

She blinked up at the ceiling, her face flushed crimson, her chest rising and falling as she pulled in shaky breaths. The room felt both too warm and too cold all at once, the contrast disorienting. For several seconds, she lay there, motionless, staring blankly at the ceiling while she tried to recover her bearings. Finally, her hand moved, lifting to rub at her face: her hot, damp, utterly humiliated face. She could feel the heat of her skin beneath her fingertips, the sweat clinging to her brow. The memory of why she looked and felt like this sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine.

But her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of Angel’s hand on her head.

She stiffened, her body tensing as though expecting him to force her back into that same suffocating position. For a brief, heart-pounding moment, she thought he might do exactly that. Instead, he guided her head gently to rest in his lap. It should have been a kind gesture, but Michaela couldn’t stop her mind from racing. His lap. His lap. She averted her eyes, her gaze darting anywhere else in the room as she tried not to think about where she was resting. The proximity, the intimacy. It all felt too much, too close, right after... that.

When he asked if she was okay, her mouth worked faster than her mind, her words spilling out in a rapid, nervous stream. “I’m fine, I’m cool,” she said, her voice a bit higher than she’d have liked. “Just catching my breath, you know? Everything’s good.”

She hoped he didn’t notice the way her hand fidgeted with the hem of her shirt or how she avoided looking directly at him.

But then he asked if she wanted to try it.

Her stomach flipped, and whatever redness had begun to fade from her face returned with full force. She didn’t even know—did she want to? Did she not? Why couldn’t she just say no?

Instead, she reached up, brushing her hair in a deliberate motion to let some of it fall over her face. It wasn’t much of a shield, but it was something. Sitting up slowly, she gave a quick, almost thoughtless response: “Uh, sure. Yeah, just... give me a second.”

She didn’t know why she said it.

But she had.

[ADarlingDucky]

With Michaela finally giving in and tapping his curvy hip a few times, Angel would rise off of his blonde training partner and slide the rest of the way up, sitting above her with a patient smile on his face as let her catch her breath, noting how red her face was! Angel was even kind enough to gently grab hold of Michaela's head and place it delicately on his lap, giving her a nice, soft spot to rest and recover, while allowing him to gaze down at her, taking in just how pretty she really was! He was most assuredly getting enchanted with his sparring partner in record time, but it also was very rare that someone he met in LAW was not familiar with moves like smothers! The practice had brought them into intimate contact with one another, and Angel was certainly feeling the excitement of it, though Michaela seemed to be struggling to simply glance at him without breaking eye contact, her red hue not subsiding!

Angel would keep things rolling however as he asked his counterpart if she wanted to take her turn, and after she took a moment to brush her hair into her face, a notion that struck Angel as rather odd, she would accept! The blonde let a warm grin take over his face, already feeling excited that Michaela was willing to continue, giving a reaffirming nod to the woman lying below him! And then, not understanding that Michaela had brushed her hair into her face to hide from him, he'd reach down and gently brush it clear so he could look her in the eyes, eagerly moving now that she had accepted his offer!

"Amazing! I know you're gonna be amazing at it!" With his happy gaze lingering for a few moments more, eventually, Angel would gently slide his hands under Michaela's head and help her sit up, working her back up once she had recovered! From there, the blonde would stretch hi legs out in front of him, before gently laying himself down on the mat!

"Alright, I'm here! And ready when you are!" Angel said, glancing over at her as he lay on his back, the blonde male resting on the canvas as he waited for Michaela to come to him! He was here and ready, and now all the pressure was on the curvy blonde female to come over and perform the very same hold that he had used to get her quite flustered!

[RockRye]

Michaela had to get herself under control. Her heart was racing, her thoughts tumbling over one another in a messy, incoherent heap. Logic left her for a fleeting second, replaced by a wild swirl of nerves and heat. The promise of what she’d agreed to, returning the favor, loomed large in her mind. She caught herself wondering something absurd. If she did go through with it, if she did sit on him in return, would he be able to feel the intense warmth pooling in her core? Of course not. That wasn’t how this worked. But the intrusive thought was there nonetheless, sparking another flood of embarrassment.

Her gaze drifted downward almost involuntarily, falling to the space between her legs. The fabric of her leggings clung a little too tightly for her liking, a reminder of how worked up she’d gotten. The thought made her cheeks flush even deeper.

Her instincts told her not to look up and definitely not to look between his legs. The possibility of seeing anything that might’ve betrayed his excitement was too much for her to handle. She resisted, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her composure. Maybe she could buy herself another second or two to collect herself, hide her flustered state behind the curtain of her hair.

But Angel wasn’t going to let her have even that much. His hand brushed against her temple, light and deliberate, sweeping her hair back from her face. Michaela froze, her eyes snapping up to meet his. For a brief moment, confusion flickered in her expression. Then she dropped her gaze, refusing to meet his eyes... or look anywhere else she shouldn’t.

She tried to play it off, fidgeting as if adjusting the leg of her pants. Anything to avoid the weight of the moment pressing down on her. But Angel’s next move left no room for uncertainty. He stretched himself out, flat against the mats. He was waiting.

Michaela’s breath hitched in her throat. He’d assumed the... position. The one that made it abundantly clear what he was inviting her to do.

To sit on his face.

It took her several agonizing seconds to wrap her head around that fact. Her body tensed instinctively, every nerve alight with the surreal reality of the situation. She had to resist the tingling sensation that threatened to spread through her as if her body was already anticipating the act.

“Are you—” she began, her voice wavering slightly before she cut herself off. She swallowed hard and tried again. “Are you doubly sure about this?”

She didn't need him to answer. She knew he was. She exhaled shakily, rubbing her hands together as though she were about to perform a particularly daunting task. The nervous energy coursing through her made her fingers tingle.

“Okay. Okay,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than to him.

With a deliberate slowness, she eased up onto her knees. The mat shifted under her weight as she slid closer to him, each movement feeling monumental. Her heart thudded in her chest as she swung one leg over his head, her thighs brushing against his shoulders as she positioned herself. Her fists clenched tightly, her entire body tense from her toes to the very tips of her fingers. It was a strange blend of anticipation, nervousness, and something she couldn’t quite name.

Finally, Michaela closed her eyes, inhaled deeply to steady herself, and let go. She lowered herself onto him in one swift motion, her weight settling fully against his face.

Her cheeks burned with mortification, but she held her position, determined not to give away just how flustered she was. If Angel wanted this, then fine. She’d give him exactly what he asked for.

[ADarlingDucky]

From the moment that he had gotten off of Michaela's face, Angel could tell that the experience of being facesat by him had certainly affected her, as she was moving differently and quite flushed, but the depths of how it had affected her was perhaps still lost on him! He didn't seem to see any problem with his proposition that Michaela sit on his face to practice in her own way, even if the mere idea of it had caused a whirlwind of emotions in the blonde woman laying on his lap, especially as he brushed the hair from her face so that she could no longer hide! She looked anywhere but directly at him, and as the red hue on her face only deepened, it was becoming more and more abundantly obvious that it hadn't come from lack of air! Still, she accepted his proposal that they swap positions, and so Angel would gently let her down onto the mat and move away from her, giving her some space!

By the time that she had sat up, he was already laying down, casting a glance over in her direction as she brushed herself off, waiting for her to move over to him with an easygoing smile on his face. Of course, she made sure to check once more if this was really alright with him, and of course, he would make sure to reassure her, giving a slight nod as she asked him if he was truly okay with it!

"Yup! I mean, better to do it now and get used to it than try to do it when someone's really trying to get you underneath them, right?" Angel said with a smile, and so Michaela would slide towards him, throwing a leg over his body!

For a moment, Angel was treated to the sight of Michaela's shapely ass, large and pressing tight against the confines of her yoga pants, hovering just over his face, a sight that took his breath away, even as he expected it! She was a beautiful woman, but she was just as shapely as she was attractive, and the plump cheeks that hovered over his face were quite the sight to look at, taking up nearly all of his view.

And then, she'd sit down directly on his face, burying him beneath her! The pretty boy would let out a low grunt into Michaela's plump cheeks, leaving them to suffocate him while she took her place atop him!

"Mmmmph... Mmmhhh..." Angel let out a low groan from beneath Michaela's asscheeks, her round rear end performing the task of smothering quite effectively, just as he thought it would! The effeminate blonde would reach up and gently place his hands on Michaela's hips, a light grip on them as he stayed underneath her, letting her adjust to the position, and how comfortable she could get in it!

[RockRye]

Michaela felt like her mind was spinning out of control. Why did Angel have to say that? Of all the things he could have said before she finally… sat on him, it had to be something like that. His teasing comment about someone else trying to sit on her and her needing to “sit on them first” echoed in her head, setting off a cascade of emotions and sensations she wasn’t equipped to handle.

The feelings were familiar but amplified in a way that made her deeply anxious. She didn’t understand it. Sure, there had been matches where certain positions or holds made her feel strange, what some of the other wrestlers had jokingly referred to as “the funny feelings.” They had always brushed it off, chalking it up to the closeness and intensity of wrestling. But this? This wasn’t like that. This was… more.

Her face burned with embarrassment as her thoughts spiraled. The way he acted like this was so much nothing, the way he had shuffled on her face, even the way he was dressed beneath those pants. It all felt like too much. She shook her head sharply, trying to banish the thoughts. Just sit, she told herself. Just sit, and it’ll be over soon.

And so, she did.

Lowering herself slowly, Michaela tensed every muscle in her body, bracing for what was to come. The moment her weight settled on him, she felt his features press into her rear and the unmistakable brush of his chin against her crotch. It was mortifying, and yet, she couldn’t pull away. That cold grip of arousal wrapped itself around her, making her feel like her body was betraying her.

Her first instinct was to jump off him immediately, her mind screaming that he would know. Somehow, he would sense what was happening to her, and that was a humiliation she couldn’t bear. But as the seconds ticked by, she found herself staying put. Strangely, it was almost easier to endure this than it had been when he had sat on her. At least now, she was in control... or so she told herself.

That illusion of control began to slip, however, the moment he made a sound. A muffled noise beneath her, paired with the movement of his hands gripping at her hips. The combination sent a jolt through her, sensations pressing against sensitive places she was desperate to ignore.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt herself starting to panic. She couldn’t let herself get overwhelmed, not now. Acting on instinct, she shifted her weight, pressing down harder on him in an attempt to keep him still. Her hands shot down to grab his, pinning them to keep them from wandering or doing anything else that might make this situation even more unbearable.

“Don’t make noises!” Michaela blurted out, her voice sharp and almost pleading. The words came out louder than she intended, and the heat in her cheeks flared even brighter.

Her grip on his hands tightened, and she focused all her energy on staying perfectly still, as though any movement might shatter the fragile balance she had managed to maintain.

[ADarlingDucky]

The moment that Michaela had swung a leg over Angel's head, the effeminate blonde man would have a very up close and personal view of her rear end, hefty and jiggly cheeks contained in some tight fighting athletic pants that did little to hide her curves! And his view would become fully and completely consumed when Michaela's plump rear lowered down, the buxom woman taking a seat on Angel's face as she gently eased into the facesit, seemingly the very first one that she had performed within LAW! Angel was utterly covered by her rear and as she settled into him, he would find his ability to get oxygen completely stopped, as the pair of them shared the ring together in this intimate position!

The first few things that Angel noticed were all the obvious ones. The way her cheeks felt against his face, soft and covered in a thin layer of lycra, gently smushing and squishing as they pressed into his features, already a pleasantly soft stimulation. Another was the scent of Michaela, her body providing a sweet aroma that, by the nature of their position, would quite easily reach his nose, even squished between her cheeks as it was!

But, as he gave a low grumble underneath her and gripped her hips, her voice cut through!

"Mmmph!" He gave a slightly muffled groan as she suddenly grasped his hands, pinning them against her curvy waist as he lay under her, sitting intently still as she seemed to try and block out all sensations related to what she was doing! In a way, Angel understood it, as it seemed that the feeling was new for her and she wasn't quite sure how to process it! However, that meant that he had a bit to teach her about how to best enjoy something like this, as she was clearly avoiding all the grinding and hip movements that Angel would make!

That could come later though, as for right now, he was presented with a problem! Despite not having some of the typical LAW flair, Michaela's facesit was more than effective in cutting off Angel's breathing, especially since she was fully sitting still atop him, not even giving him the chance to catch his breath! And in order to get her to get off of him, he'd likely need to give her a little tap on the hip, much as she had done to him, but the blonde was currently holding tight to his hands, pinning them to her sides as she tried to control him!

"Mmmph... mmmhh!" Angel gave a muffled groan as he shifted his hands against her hips, groping around in an attempt to find some way to signal that he was rapidly running out of air, but if Michaela didn't realize it, she might deprive him completely before he was able to alert her!