The teenager’s rather large breasts wobble uncontrollably as she brushes herself off. The rippling off her flesh causes you to slide down her smooth skin. Helpless to prevent yourself from sliding, you quickly disappear down her cleavage, hidden from view. You stop sliding midway down her cleavage, where her titanic breasts press together the most. However, the damage has been done.
The girl glances down at her cleavage, and sees nothing out of the ordinary. Had she seen you, you most likely would have been rescued, but fate has never been to kind to you. As it is, the girl has no idea of your existence. Satisfied she has cleaned herself off enough, she heads out of the movie theater, right past a frantic Kat and Ana, who have just realized you’re missing.
The girl walked out of the theater and out into the mall. With every step, her big breasts bounced uncontrollably, flesh smacking against you each time. Her massive globes bounced up and down in rhythm with her walking, the motion both soothing and nauseating. You could barely focus on your current situation with the constant motion you were being put through.
To make matters worse, the girl began to work up a light sweat. She was walking laps around the mall for exercise, and it began to show. Beads of sweat rolled down her breasts and dripped into her cleavage. The disgusting fluid washed over your flattened, sticker like body, soaking you. The heat from your current prison intensified, and it felt like two hundred degrees between the girl’s tits.
The girl, who was blissfully unaware of her captive passenger, continued her nice stroll through the mall. She had absolutely no idea of the torment she was putting you through, and probably didn’t even know a pair of breasts could be that devastating. She thought she looked sexy as hell, while you wished that her breasts could be several sizes smaller, or even flat chested.
After an excruciating hour, the girl took a break by walking into the Pizza Hut inside the mall. She sauntered up to the counter, and placed an order for a pizza. The cashier took her order, and then walked back into the kitchen. While she stood at the counter, the girl realized she had an itch on her boob, one that you had unknowingly caused.
Now that the girl had stopped walking, the bouncing of her breasts didn’t mask your presence anymore. The girl felt you inside her cleavage, so she stuck a hand in to take you out. She ripped you off her breast, and pulled you out from between her boobs.
She looked at you in confusion. She had no idea what you were. You still couldn’t wiggle or squirm, so you were unable to alert her to your presence. To her, you just looked like an ugly little sticker. She flicked you off of her hand with one powerful motion, and you went spiraling through the air. Where do you end up sailing to?
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