With Cleopatra refusing to let his head out of her cleavage, Michael's moans grew louder, though still drowned in the pillows of flesh that enveloped his head. He writhed beneath her desperately, growing light headed and fearing passing out. Desperate to be released, he did his best to lift and thrust his hips up, struggling to counter fuck Cleopatra's pace. His fingers began to tease and stroke her asshole, attempting to push into the tight hole, in the hopes that if she got off, she'd let him breathe sooner.