A seat needs to be sturdy and should never struggle, even when the weight compressing the seat is too much to bear. Even though my seat is a living, breathing human, I treat it like the object it truly is, disregarding its comfort and safety to relax and have a great time. I'm very sweaty from a workout and just want to sit! My ass in tight leggings looks amazing, and the firm shape proves challenging for the seat to handle. All 95 kg directly on the seat's nose, my feet off the ground as I giggle and bring the seat to tears. The crying in this clip is real. I slap the seat a few times, tease it with my breasts, and use its face as a foot rest as I go through a series of sexy sitting positions. I also have some pent up farts which I release on its face throughout this clip. The seat must kiss my ass and thank me for the stinky gifts. The smell of sweat and farts combined with the full weight pressure of my ass is very extreme. The poor thing. Life as a seat isn't easy, but it's honest work.