No pulse, no breathing, Starting CPR….
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No pulse, no breathing, Starting CPR….
The ambulance sways as it speeds through the night, lights flashing across the interior.
She lies motionless on the stretcher, skin pale, eyes closed.
“No pulse.”
The paramedic immediately positions his hands at the center of her chest—one over the other, fingers interlaced. Arms straight. Shoulders locked above her sternum.
Compressions begin.
Hard. Fast. Precise.
“One, two, three, four…”
Her body moves rhythmically beneath each push, the force deliberate—deep enough to circulate blood, controlled enough to maintain pace.
“Keep it at 100–120.”
The count continues, steady, relentless. Sweat forms despite the cold air. The ambulance jolts slightly with a turn, but his hands never lose position.
“Switch in ten seconds.”
Another paramedic moves into position.
“…eight, nine, ten—switch.”
Seamless. Hands replace hands without losing rhythm.
Compressions continue.
No pause. No hesitation.
Just the sound of counting, the rise and fall forced into her chest—holding on to life, one push at a time.
Could you do an asthma attack video where you use your inhaler, but you put your mouth on the mouthpiece when you take a pull from it?
Sure, I can do that 😊
What do y’all wanna see for my next post?
Seizure in a towel/skimpy robe
Struggling to breathe before I collapse
More classic self CPR
Pumping water out of my mouth as if I’m drowning
Heimlich
Your chest is so amazing, would love to pump your sternum hard and deep.
Thank you 😏
Do you like to receive content from other people?
What do you mean? I see amazing content all the time on other creators’ blogs. Aside from that, I do not do private exchanges.
I want you to pump my chest so hard between my perky nipples until you see a bruise formed. You lean down to kiss the spot whispering, “it’s okay baby, I know it hurts, but I’ll go even harder just to bring you back.” 😈
You are perfect please never forget that
☺️🥰
Every post is better than the one before. I would be absolutely honored to be the one to find you face down in a bathtub and bring you back with the strongest compressions and shocks. Might even cop a feel in the process😈😈
Awe well thank you. And that would be fine, a little feel doesn’t hurt anyone hehe 😏😉
Nice little cardiac arrest, resus on myself from the POV of a paramedic, and a surprise ending ‘comeback’ 😜
I wanna find you facedown in n a rooftop pool under the stars. No one but us around as I straddle you and pump your chest as deep as I can. Then I grab the AED and shock you until you awaken and we make love till your heart stop again
Oh, I love that scenario. So hot😍Drowning under the stars then getting brought back only to arrest again after an intense orgasm 🥵
What are your feelings about straddle compressions?
I love them! I would welcome my rescuer to straddle me as he revives me anytime 😏
Do you like gloves if so do you put them on at all
I don’t prefer gloves on myself. I like the skin to skin contact for compressions ☺️
I just have to say you have a lovely body
Awe, thank you anon. That’s so kind of you to say 🥰
Throwback - Post-Shower Troubles 😉
Really hard and deep chestcompressions. And the belly moves so hot.
how about doing a unsuccessful resuscitation with time of death called
Sorry, time called isn’t one of my things.