Sealed over an inflatable mask--every time you inhale, it's "stuffy" but yet you feel pleasure....
Added 2025-05-02 07:44:00 +0000 UTCGazing at "this baby" in the mirror,
Watakushi's hand had stopped on Nureba lap before she knew it.
Only the residual heat from the caress still lingered in suit.
Softly...
Something fell.
A transparent bag. It was placed gently on Nureba head.
With each breath,
the air I exhaled stuck to the inner wall of the bag and became damp.
The amount of air that can be inhaled is decreasing... little by little, steadily,
The amount of air that can be inhaled is decreasing little by little,
“…nn… haah… fuu… mmh… ngh…”
My mouth through the rubber was blocked by the hose,
My breath has nowhere to go but into the bag.
With each breath, the pouch expands and contracts slightly.
The movement becomes shallower and faster,
The shallow, quickening movements silently tell us how little oxygen we have.
It was not my imagination that I felt light-headed.
But, strangely enough, I was not afraid.
Rather, it was ......
The inside of the bag clung tightly to my skin,
It was as if it was whispering to me, "I won't let you go.
Inside me,
Something quiet and sweet was slowly spreading inside me.
The inside of the rubber and the inside of the pouch are still and hot.
Bitterness and pleasure mingle together,
It was as if the "I" inside me was quietly melting away....
