Tipsy Stacy
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
alphadragon
Just as you were hoping that your sister had finally spotted you plastered against her best friend's tits did things suddenly change for the unexpected.
Stacy, in the cusp of a lustful rush of emotion, cupped Vicky's chin gently between her fingers and one swift motion, captured her best friend's lips. Vicky let out a surprise yelp at the sudden kiss, but quickly melted under your sister's aggressive smooching.
You stared slack jawed at the sight above you as your sister began to vigorously make out with Vicky.
So distracted you were by it that you didn't notice Stacy's boobs coming in till they slammed into Vicky's chest. Your sister's sizeable breasts hit like a pair of mack-trucks, sending a literally waves rippling across your prison. You cried out as the surrounding flesh painfully compressed around you, squishing into a flattened sticker. Not to be outdone, Vicky's breasts pushed back against your sister's, a contest of dominance unlike any other.
You felt Vicky's heart beginning to thunder faster and faster as the heat and humidity skyrocketed in her cleavage. Whimpering, you could only bare the pain and discomfort as their make-out intensified above. Your only solace was that Vicky's larger, heavier breasts were finally pushing back against your sister's, easing the pressure on you a bit.
Then you noticed that you were moving.
Unbeknownst to you, the sweat that had built up in her cleavage had dislodged you from her skin and with the pressure coming off, their was nothing holding you in place as gravity took hold.
Without a sound, you escaped from Vicky's cleavage and was sliding on a downward trek to the floor. As much as you hated being down there, it was a utter relief that you were no longer trapped between two horny girls as you slipped out of her tank-top. But, the instant you looked down, a proverbial abyss was awaiting you.
Below, the pale digits of your sister's fingers were fiddling with the button of Vicky's jeans. You watched with object horror as Stacy, with surprising dexterity, unclasped the waistband and unzipped her best friend's fly in one fluid motion. You didn't even have time to scream as you and your sister slipped into her pants at the same time.
Stacy, in the cusp of a lustful rush of emotion, cupped Vicky's chin gently between her fingers and one swift motion, captured her best friend's lips. Vicky let out a surprise yelp at the sudden kiss, but quickly melted under your sister's aggressive smooching.
You stared slack jawed at the sight above you as your sister began to vigorously make out with Vicky.
So distracted you were by it that you didn't notice Stacy's boobs coming in till they slammed into Vicky's chest. Your sister's sizeable breasts hit like a pair of mack-trucks, sending a literally waves rippling across your prison. You cried out as the surrounding flesh painfully compressed around you, squishing into a flattened sticker. Not to be outdone, Vicky's breasts pushed back against your sister's, a contest of dominance unlike any other.
You felt Vicky's heart beginning to thunder faster and faster as the heat and humidity skyrocketed in her cleavage. Whimpering, you could only bare the pain and discomfort as their make-out intensified above. Your only solace was that Vicky's larger, heavier breasts were finally pushing back against your sister's, easing the pressure on you a bit.
Then you noticed that you were moving.
Unbeknownst to you, the sweat that had built up in her cleavage had dislodged you from her skin and with the pressure coming off, their was nothing holding you in place as gravity took hold.
Without a sound, you escaped from Vicky's cleavage and was sliding on a downward trek to the floor. As much as you hated being down there, it was a utter relief that you were no longer trapped between two horny girls as you slipped out of her tank-top. But, the instant you looked down, a proverbial abyss was awaiting you.
Below, the pale digits of your sister's fingers were fiddling with the button of Vicky's jeans. You watched with object horror as Stacy, with surprising dexterity, unclasped the waistband and unzipped her best friend's fly in one fluid motion. You didn't even have time to scream as you and your sister slipped into her pants at the same time.
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