Gasping for air and struggling under the weight of Irene's extreme punishment, Frank's chest is on the verge of breaking as she sits atop his birdcage chest like a human chair. With each position and angle, Irene takes pleasure in making Frank endure the sheer weight of her whole body, pushing him to fight for every breath. Without saying a word, Irene climbs onto the bed and straddles Frank's chest, her weight pressing down on him with an impact that nearly knocks the breath out of him. He can feel his body sinking into the mattress, completely overwhelmed by her sheer size and power. Irene folds her legs together on top of Frank's tiny neck, cutting off his air supply and causing him to gasp for breath. She enjoys the way his body squirms and struggles beneath her, shifting her weight onto one leg and pressing her butt firmly onto his ribcage. He can feel his chest creaking and groaning under the pressure, the weight of Irene's full body almost too much to bear. In different positions and angles, Irene takes delight in sitting on Frank's tiny chest, using him as her human chair, putting her full weight on him, her big juicy butt grinding into his chest and causing him to whimper in pain. With each passing minute, Frank's body feels like it's going to break under Irene's relentless sitting. She lifts one leg up, putting all her weight on one side of his chest, then switches to the other leg, causing him to struggle for air. Sitting in an Indian-style position, her legs crossed and her full weight pressing down on Frank's chest that he could barely breathe, his lungs compressed under her weight, his airway completely blocked. Yet, Irene shows no mercy. She revels in the power she has over Frank, the way he is completely at her mercy. She makes him do all sorts of breathplay, pushing him to take in her heavy weight on his chest, and the struggle of trying to breathe in when his airway is being squished and trapped by her. Frank's chest feels like it is about to pop and break, the added discomfort and struggle of having to take in Irene's full weight making it almost unbearable. But he can't deny the intense pleasure he feels from being dominated by her, from being used as her human furniture. And as Irene finally gets off of him, leaving Frank gasping for air and completely spent, he can't help but beg for more, knowing that he will gladly endure her chest-sitting punishment again and again.