There is little time to act, when a facesit is fully applied. When lips press against lips, and nose becomes firmly affixed to clit or buried within the confines of a waiting darkstar.
There is no breath, no air from which to draw – it is defeat in the form of passing seconds and submission by exhausted forfeit.
So hurry, rival, bite as hard as you can, or please she who sits until they lose control or focus. Squirm until you wiggle free, or in surrender, lay there, accepting your fate, and your enemy’s dominance.
Little Time
