You gasped in sheer horror as your eyes drifted up at the looming shadow, revealing an absolutely humongous pair of buttcheeks jiggling franticly above. Clad in a daringly short skirt, and whether she was wearing a pair of panties, they had been thoroughly swallowed by her greedy buttcrack.
Panic filled your mind as you realized it was Natasha's fat rear hovering above, as waves upon waves of sweat rolled along her meaty cheeks, cascading down into her buttcrack before drooling down onto the seat, as each drop were big enough to create puddles for you.
Finally coming to your senses, you realized that your only option was to run as far away from this nasty behemoth as you possibly could. Swiftly turning around, you began sprinting to the very back of the chair, looking around as you noticed sweat crashing down onto the surface around you like mortar fire. As the shadow grew more immense, you looked over your shoulder as you realized Natasha was squatting down, getting ready to plant her fat booty onto the chair, and the more her booty descended, the more her hips started to flex, causing her toned cheeks to gape wider and wider, until you could see a thin white strip running tightly along her greasy buttcrack.
With a massive gulp, you realized a chubby knot poking against the back of her thong, as the constant farting and sweating she had been enduring up until now had agitated her butthole, causing it to swell considerably beneath her thong, as the wrinkled muscle twitched and throbbed against the sweat soaked fabric.
Meanwhile, you were way too mesmerized by the titan looming above, that you failed to watch where you were running. As you managed to step onto a puddle of sweat, you quickly lost your footing as you fell onto your back and started sliding along the surface. You tried franticly to get back up, but the sweat had made the seat too slippery for you to get a hold on anything, as you could only watch the massive spheres of buttmeat descending on either side of you.
Your heart was racing, as you realized you were heading straight inbetween her cheeks, and her butt was mere seconds away from impact. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself...
Seconds passed and nothing had happened yet, curious, you opened your eyes and scanned around for what was going on. To your astonishment, your view was completely engulfed by the pronounced outline of Natasha's chubby asshole through her panties, as her booty hovered mere inches above. "Why isn't she sitting down?" You asked yourself. But right on cue, Natasha's stomach started to groan as her butthole's flexing grew more erratic, before a sickening gust of wind punched through the greasy butthole. A sickening stench of rotten mexican food and what could only be described as a ruptured septic tank washed over your body as Natasha let out a soft moan.
You coughed and wheezed, trying to hold your breath, but it was futile, as the sheer force of her gas pushed itself down your nostrils whether you wanted it to or not. But Natasha refused to give you a moments rest, with the initial bubble of gas being disposed of, she proceeded to descend onto the seat, her toned cheeks crashing down on either side of you, weirdly enough, you still managed to feel immense pressure pushing down on your body, as you realized her meaty asshole was protruding far enough from her crack to actually pin you against the seat, holding you firmly in place as you were forced against her sweaty thong, the taut fabric being the only protection you had from her twitching asshole.
Between a Boulder and a Hard Place
Class starts as normal, and you have to endure the entirety of it beneath Natasha's meaty sphincter.
Too Close for Comfort
Natasha feels something weird prodding against her sensitive backdoor, but instead of checking what it is. She instead decide to scratch it, unknowingly carrying you along as she uses your face to scratch beneath her thong.
Found, But is it a Good Thing?
Feeling a weird knot beneath her sphincter, Natasha decides to investigates, pulling your greased up body from beneath her, she quickly identified the intruder as her classmate.
Panic filled your mind as you realized it was Natasha's fat rear hovering above, as waves upon waves of sweat rolled along her meaty cheeks, cascading down into her buttcrack before drooling down onto the seat, as each drop were big enough to create puddles for you.
Finally coming to your senses, you realized that your only option was to run as far away from this nasty behemoth as you possibly could. Swiftly turning around, you began sprinting to the very back of the chair, looking around as you noticed sweat crashing down onto the surface around you like mortar fire. As the shadow grew more immense, you looked over your shoulder as you realized Natasha was squatting down, getting ready to plant her fat booty onto the chair, and the more her booty descended, the more her hips started to flex, causing her toned cheeks to gape wider and wider, until you could see a thin white strip running tightly along her greasy buttcrack.
With a massive gulp, you realized a chubby knot poking against the back of her thong, as the constant farting and sweating she had been enduring up until now had agitated her butthole, causing it to swell considerably beneath her thong, as the wrinkled muscle twitched and throbbed against the sweat soaked fabric.
Meanwhile, you were way too mesmerized by the titan looming above, that you failed to watch where you were running. As you managed to step onto a puddle of sweat, you quickly lost your footing as you fell onto your back and started sliding along the surface. You tried franticly to get back up, but the sweat had made the seat too slippery for you to get a hold on anything, as you could only watch the massive spheres of buttmeat descending on either side of you.
Your heart was racing, as you realized you were heading straight inbetween her cheeks, and her butt was mere seconds away from impact. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself...
Seconds passed and nothing had happened yet, curious, you opened your eyes and scanned around for what was going on. To your astonishment, your view was completely engulfed by the pronounced outline of Natasha's chubby asshole through her panties, as her booty hovered mere inches above. "Why isn't she sitting down?" You asked yourself. But right on cue, Natasha's stomach started to groan as her butthole's flexing grew more erratic, before a sickening gust of wind punched through the greasy butthole. A sickening stench of rotten mexican food and what could only be described as a ruptured septic tank washed over your body as Natasha let out a soft moan.
You coughed and wheezed, trying to hold your breath, but it was futile, as the sheer force of her gas pushed itself down your nostrils whether you wanted it to or not. But Natasha refused to give you a moments rest, with the initial bubble of gas being disposed of, she proceeded to descend onto the seat, her toned cheeks crashing down on either side of you, weirdly enough, you still managed to feel immense pressure pushing down on your body, as you realized her meaty asshole was protruding far enough from her crack to actually pin you against the seat, holding you firmly in place as you were forced against her sweaty thong, the taut fabric being the only protection you had from her twitching asshole.
Between a Boulder and a Hard Place
Class starts as normal, and you have to endure the entirety of it beneath Natasha's meaty sphincter.
Too Close for Comfort
Natasha feels something weird prodding against her sensitive backdoor, but instead of checking what it is. She instead decide to scratch it, unknowingly carrying you along as she uses your face to scratch beneath her thong.
Found, But is it a Good Thing?
Feeling a weird knot beneath her sphincter, Natasha decides to investigates, pulling your greased up body from beneath her, she quickly identified the intruder as her classmate.
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May 12, 2023
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