"Angora Blanket Bondage" Her huge, melon sized breasts pushed the angora sweater outward. The long softness of the sweater engulfed her big robust buns. She was huge, tall and broad shouldered. The soft angora touched his bare nude skin as she slid her massive weight on his spread-eagled body. Her breasts hung down upon his face, trapping his head between her soft, sweater covered boobies. As she lay herself upon his whole body, crushing him in gentle fluffy warmth, his mouth was duct taped shut. Muffled sounds echoed through his nose. The angora rubbed his stiff, hard dick as she teased her big cunt against his hot cock. The angora bedspread clung to his every inch. It was all bunched up, rubbing his ass and tender cheeks. Soon she would mummify him, wrapping him in the soft angora quilt. Straps would be tightened to engulf him in hot, soft, warm pickeyness. Then a special zipper bag would be pulled over this and he would have to just lay there till she was ready to release him. Perhaps a hood of angora lined with fur would be nice. Fur torture also, she thought! But first she would crush his face, squeeze him, between her massive thighs so his air was nil. She took pleasure sitting so her whole ass buried his face and she could kneed and jerk the wool over his privates. She loved the feel of his nose up her ass, his warm tongue touching and sucking for air. She kept on squeezing his head tightly, gleefully, and playfully. Her power, her raw pungent scents filled the nostrils of her captive. She took wide belts and began affixing his mummy bound body to the bed, hooking the straps to the side bed rails so he was trapped like a bug in a book. Turning about, she spread her pussy so that he had to lick her creamy walls and seek that special spot that drover her wild with his tongue. Her sex drive seemed endless, perhaps it was the sheer enjoyment of having him helpless under her, knowing he could not free himself. She came like a waterfall of wet gushing spurts of golden cream. Screaming a moan of ecstacy, bobbing up and down on his face and shifting wildly back and forth. His nose was so sensitive on her clit. His reward was the hood that clamped his face in soft darkness as he lay bound, all trussed up, in the picky, hot wool for the entire night next to her. She snuggled next to him, holding and crushing him. He was her 'teddy bear'. As she rubbed his privates, the wool burnt softly now that she was gently stroking him, trying to coax out the remainder of his cock cream.