You stare at the massive juicy rear plummeting towards you, thinking about moving for your safety, but finding yourself not moving. With you secretly wanting to experience being pinned underneath this MILF’s thick ass, and possibly more. Your daydream lasted only a second before-
SMACK
Her glorious backside slapped down on the bench, hiding any signs of human life. Clara shifts around when Kay knocks on the door, wearing modest jogging clothes. With her jogging outfit on, she waits for her mother to finish getting dressed. Clara shifts as she moved the jogging pants past her ankles, feeling a slight tickle under her butt for some reason. She shrugged it off as something falling asleep, so she shifts and bounces a bit to get rid of it before pulling up the jogging pants.
You were in a state you can’t even define. Feeling the soft and warm flesh pin you down felt amazing, especially with the subtle movement made by her legs. You could only focus on what felt like a mountain made of warm pillows on top of you, feeling the thick flesh easily spill over your sides. You didn’t know where exactly you were, but you didn’t care when she starts moving more. The twisting of her hips ground you underneath her rear, feeling very pleasurable with everything. Then it lifts off by a foot (for you) before crashing back down with a faint slap to the giantess, but a loud bang to you.
Soon the feeling of flesh was replaced with cloth, radiating a strong smell and heat before lifting off. You blink the spots away to see her panty covered crack above you as she pulls the pants past her knees. You try to sit up, expecting her to stand and not to sit back on you. Buried under her right cheek, you lose track of your location again as she drags her rear side to side and bounces.
“Why does it still tickle? Wake up already”
She spoke about her butt as the small spot still tingles. You felt like she was trying to steamroll you for a solid minute until she lifts up again, but with you stuck. The harsh pressure and warmth radiating off her body caused you to be stuck to her right cheek. Your fate was then sealed as she reached back to try and fix her underwear. Her fingers brushed over your back before they tugged the underwear to the sides, trying to cover the massive cheeks with such little cloth. It still looked like a thong on her massive rear, but a tiny bump now barely noticeable on her backside
“Close enough. Time to jog”
You feel movement as the tight cloth pins you to her asscheek. Everything felt so soft when she starts yanking up her pants. Even with jogging pants, she struggled to cover up her rear, resulting in plenty of jiggling and rubbing. After the waistband slides past her ass and you were sealed with it, you noticed something interesting. The threads on her underwear have tangled you in them so you couldn’t squirm free. Not that you’d want to squirm free of this slice of paradise
Clara sits back down a bit harsh, dazing you from just sitting to put her shoes on. The horrendous smell of her jogging shoes wafted through her nose for a second, embarrassing her but grateful that no one would notice her smell when she went jogging. Completely oblivious to the passenger on her, she tugs her shoes on and wiggles in the process. You feel every movement, including her standing and realizing you had moved. Her slight shuffling had pushed you closer to her crack, just enough for your arm to be inside and your hand was jammed between her mountainous cheeks. The amount of heat and pressure on your hand was kind of exciting, but you couldn’t delve deeper with your body tangled in the threads of Clara’s tiny panties
The flesh you were trapped with flexed and hardened. She was standing and stretching, showing how developed yet soft her glutes were with her muscles. You could feel the underwear strain from the lunges, threatening to be yanked into the furnace that was her asscrack
“Left foot, right foot, and repeat”
She continued her stretches, already working up a sweat. Clara went from lunges to simple knee stretches just as you feel the first drop of sweat. Your hair soaks it up just before the next drop comes along to dampen your clothes. With the air getting hotter and more humid, you hope it won’t get bad enough to regret it.
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