She swayed her hips seductively as she approached him, her voice low and sultry. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little cushion for my ass?"
The femboy stuttered out a weak protest, but the woman paid him no mind. She had already made her decision. With a flourish, she plopped down onto the couch, spreading her legs wide and patting her bare ass invitingly. "Come now, don't be shy. I won't bite...hard."
The femboy hesitated, but the woman's commanding gaze left him no choice. He timidly approached her, kneeling down between her legs. The woman grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and grinding her ass against his face. "Mmm, just as I thought. Perfect."
The femboy struggled to breathe, his face pressed against the woman's firm ass. He tried to push himself away, but the woman's grip on his shirt was unyielding. She leaned back, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she used the femboy's face as a cushion. "Oh, yes. This is so much better than those boring pillows."
The femboy's struggles became weaker, his vision starting to fade. The woman noticed, but didn't let up, her own pleasure mounting. "Such a good little cushion," she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're doing such a good job."
The femboy's body went limp, his face still pressed against the woman's ass. The woman didn't notice at first, lost in her own pleasure. It was only when she started to feel a chill that she realized what had happened. She looked down, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the femboy's lifeless body.
She let go of his shirt, her mind racing as she tried to process what had happened. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, her playful demeanor replaced with one of panic. She quickly stood up, her robe falling open as she rushed to the femboy's side. She checked for a pulse, her heart sinking as she realized he was gone. "Shit, shit, shit."
She paced back and forth, her mind racing with possibilities. Had she killed him? She didn't mean to...did she? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. No, she couldn't have. It was an accident, surely.
But what now? She couldn't just leave him there. She glanced around the room, her eyes settling on the large, plush pillows that adorned the couch. With a wicked grin, she picked one up and stuffed it under the femboy's head. "There, that's better," she said, her voice returning to its normal, confident tone. "Now you're just a cushion, like you were meant to be."
She straightened her robe and surveyed the room one last time. Everything was back in its place, as if nothing had happened. She let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the door, a spring in her step. "Until next time, little cushion," she said, her voice filled with mock sadness. "I'll miss you."
She closed the door behind her, leaving the femboy's lifeless body on the floor. She didn't look back as she walked away, her mind already on her next conquest. After all, there were plenty of other cushions in the world.
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