Endless Facebusting and Facesitting Session

He was pinned down, head locked in place, unable to move or resist. The room was quiet too quiet until she entered step by step. She stood above him for a moment as if studying a target. Then without hesitation she lifted her foot and stepped down on his face. Not once, but over and over again. Her weight pressed into his cheek, his nose, his jaw. She shifted her stance slightly, adjusting her balance and continued the face trampling with cold precision. There was no outburst, no shouting only the sound of her sole against his skin. Even when he gasped, even when his body tensed she did not stop. Sometimes, she followed with a faceslap. Sometimes, a swift facepunch. But always, she returned to that calm, crushing trample. And he could do nothing but endure.