This choice: I going to make you get a closer look perv • Go Back...Chapter #4This should teach him by: Unknown "I'm going to have you get a closer look, perv!" Chrissy rebuked with emphasis and striking glare while reaching behind.
You could hardly strive for an escape from Chrissy as her fingers came wrapping around your lengthly form. The pressure of Chrissy sweaty workout pants chafed against your body as she plucked you from her ass without sitting up. You knew she could have easily have pulled from the front, but it was probably more amusing to do it this way for her at least. You lifted to Chrissy's face to notice the hatred in her eyes as she unbeknownst processed to pry open the back of her pants. You couldn't even say a word but weep as Chrissy giggled, propelling you to dangle over the empty murkiness. The sight of her large glistening ass to participate in the horror you were settling up within. The faint smelly aroma of made you choke with repugnance.
"Enjoy the stay, little man! Perhaps you'll be a suitable rag accessory than some gym equipment," Chrissy utter relieving you from her grip.
You're cries turned into louder undistinguishing sounds as you felt gravity shoot you down. The odor grew so vile you could hardly stomach within entering it. You watch as Chrissy's hand drift away from the waistband of her panties as you shot forward to her meaty buns. The reek of sweat and god knew what else hit your sense before the hand nails of Chrissy poked your new lump flatten outline shape.
"You must be loving this? I can feel you struggling," Chrissy suggested with the hilarity of wickedness, "I felt I'd assist you in getting near a better position for me," she malicious grin dragging you across her cheek from the outside, closer to the crack of her ass. She didn't desire to get her hands any dirtier by sticking them inside her soggy pants.
You could taste the gross saltiness as it inexplicable absorbed into your body formation. Finally, reaching to where Chrissy wanted slipping right between her massive ass cheeks with ease.
Chrissy's swiftly realized she probably didn't even require to lift a finger anymore the way you slid in. But to contribute further misery to you, she tugged her waistband once more. The force of her panties drew you closer to her slimly anus as you face touched it. Chrissy blushed from the tickling sensation of you rubbing against her back door. It was immensely pleasuring to her knowledge of you suffering in the depth of her ass. If the spy career didn't work out in the end, she could always give Luna the possibility to perform work in other areas now. Chrissy abruptly sensed a bubbling in her gut, grasping what was to come and knew it was a perfect opportunity. "Hope you're ready," Chrissy announced, clutching her stomach.
You realized what that meant as the rumbling grew dominant from your end. The deep gurgling erupted into a gas cloud blowing right at you, plastered to your face. You coughed up a storm choking on the foul fumes of Chrissy fart. The muffled crackling of Chrissy was faint enough to be heard.
Outside Chrissy couldn't contain her laughter even if another girl came into the room. She knew it was just a simple fart, but it was utterly hilarious to her that you were suffocating in her pants. Chrissy felt the fart blow out of her that molded into a giant bubble as it passed through you before bursting. Chrissy instantly had another brewing as she let it rip with no remorse.
The new toxic blast came at you without much warning from Chrissy, mopping your face and body as it inflated inside you and bursting out your back popping similar to a balloon. The experience has solely broken your meaning of ever thinking healthy again as you reformed back into position. Chrissy sphincter was now wet and coated in slimy brown substance you instead overlook the actual identity.
Chrissy was having a blast, and she expressed it literally using you, not understanding why she hadn't done this sooner. Chrissy stood, feeling her cheeks jiggle and sway as she rose, and the underlying texture of you squishing further between them. "Well, now that the little things nested between my hefty bum. I might as well finish my workout." Chrissy said, walking out of the equipment room. Unleashing the small few farts she had left in the tank for now.
You hacked in the lethal environment you were confined in begging to be let out. As another breeze hit you the stench already trapped in your nostrils, it is a miracle not to be smelling it after you get. You quickly realized if Chrissy let you out? The rubbing between her cheeks ground you up lucky your round form kept you from being pancaked.
Chrissy led herself over to a leg press machine taking a seat feeling the wet squishing of her sweat and you getting squeezed together. It excited her tremendously. After some time, Chrissy felt her ass swamped in a sea of sweat she theorized you'd probably be drowning in it, within her mind. Chrissy considered perhaps checking on you, but remember the whole indestructible part. Moving on to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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