Breathplay Xiaomeng Xiaomeng Uses Ambu Bag on Human Pup Xiaoyu

Xiaomeng stands over Xiaoyu, who’s on all fours in a pitch-black latex suit, already locked into pup stance. The room’s got that stark dungeon vibe — red and black checkered floor, clean lighting, everything in view. She straps the gas mask on him, messes with the Ambu bag like she’s done it before, and starts controlling his breath in short, sharp pumps. You can see him twitch when the air cuts off, muscles tensing under the latex each time. It’s not just about choking — it’s the control. She waits until he’s drooling, eyes wide, then lets him gasp in a full breath like he’s been underwater. The chain’s tight around his wrists, he’s not going anywhere. There’s no sweet talk, no eye contact, just her hand on the pump and him taking it. The camera holds wide for most of it, no cuts, so you don’t miss any of the physical reactions. His breathing turns shallow and erratic, but she keeps the rhythm. At one point she leans in and says something low — can’t hear it, but his body jerks like he wasn’t expecting it. Whole thing’s dry, clinical almost, but that’s what makes it hit harder. No music, just the squeak of latex, the pump hissing, his choked inhales.