Jordana herself may have been willing to let you "take your time" as she believed it, but her butthole appeared not to share the sentiment, twitching over and over so fast that it became more of a frantic, continuous quiver, opening and closing rapidly, like a hungry beast that was being tantalized, desperate to consume its prey.
Her hip shaking along with her booty clapping, plus the already too small size of the thong valiantly wrapped around her humongous backside all worked together to make it so that whenever her titanic asscheeks weren't smashing into you with their overwhelming, squishy weight you were getting rubbed up and down and all around her excited sphincter. Your heart was pounding its hardest, fearing that each "pass" would be the one that'd get you devoured by that plump, fleshy monstrosity.
Jordana somehow managed to have enough self restraint to keep her moaning quiet, this was possible the time she'd felt the most turned on ever and she didn't have enough words to describe how much she loved to have you rubbing all over her hole, it was the ultimate teasing or the ultimate foreplay, one that she enjoyed so much she didn't care so much that the "main event" was getting delayed.
Despite the randomness from her movements, her butthole appeared to be operating with a mind of its own, actively trying to catch you while it kept quivering in a frenzy, and you could almost feel like it was growing frustrated every time it failed to catch you. For once, you were a bit thankful that Jordana had such a huge and fatty, squishy booty because its jiggling, undulating rippling waves were one of the main factors jostling you in between her ginormous cheeks unpredictably enough that you'd been avoiding the terrifying fate that awaited you inside her bowels.
'I don't think he's ever pleased Lillian's ass like this' Jordana smiled, her pride swelling some more. She already suspected that she was able to push your buttons accurately and turn you on but sometimes she doubted herself. This newly acquired notion dispelled most of those doubts.
As the minutes passed, the frustrated desperation her asshole felt managed to make it all the way up to her brain, giving Jordana a contradictory feeling since she was enjoying this all so much, now feeling a weird form of anxiety, one that she didn't even recognize for what it was until she concentrated on it alone, trying to pinpoint its cause. When it clicked in her mind, she smiled cheekily and gradually slowed her impromptu twerking.
'Alright, that's more than enough teasing. Get in there!' She thought, grabbing her thong by the waistband and yanking it up, pressing you right into her butthole's rubbery fleshy mass. The pleasurable tingles that she felt from this alone surpassed what she felt before, making her massive, otherwise firmly planted, thick legs tremble.
You transcended the levels of horror that you thought yourself capable of feeling when those wild shaking motions from earlier gradually stopped until they simply were no more, only to then get rammed right into the monstrous pucker's rubbery flesh. You were then dragged slowly towards its center, panicking the hardest in your life, desperately clawing at that same plump, pink wall you were getting rubbed against, only prompting it to quiver more.
'Wow, he really knows how to please a lady... I guess those friends of his were good for something for once, huh' She thought, closing her eyes in ecstasy. She was slowly guiding you towards where she wanted you exactly.
You felt like you could relate to the unfortunate victims of gigantic, horrifying monsters in horror films, you were feeling the same way as you laid helpless and were getting brought towards the city-sized asshole's twitching maw, and it looked like it somehow knew, twitching in a way that looked like it was growing impatient, absolutely desperate to gobble you up.
And then... you found yourself pinched from all directions by that smooth, reeking, rubbery fleshy mass, though its clenching made it feel much more solid and less soft. Jordana's anus had finally caught you and as son as it sensed it had you where it wanted, it began to rapidly open and close as if "chewing" on you. Your very last lifeline was Jordana's thong itself, the static that built up with all that friction was probably the only thing preventing the humongous, weirdly lip-like muscly ring from tearing you off your bindings.
However, that resistance was finite, and with every attempt at pulling you free, the fabric's electric grip on you weakened. You cursed silently, even when it looked like you might be saved, your rotten luck proved to get worse and worse again. After just a couple of minutes more, the built up static got depleted enough to the point where its hold over you became far more precarious. And then, like a beast that finally obtained its next meal, the titanic asshole caught you in its hungry maw, closing tightly, engulfing you from all sides.
For reasons beyond your own comprehension, this triggered memories from your body, memories that weren't your own, but belonging to the Blaise native to this twisted universe. What you were feeling right now was oddly similar to an equally gigantic kiss, and in particular, memories of you getting thoroughly engulfed by Lillian's lips came to mind. Why were you even thinking about her at a time like this?
In fact, this while time there had been a weird mix of feelings that you couldn't explain, making you wonder if your mind was finally breaking, unable to take the relentless assault that overloading your senses and then teasing the ever-living hell out of you together entailed. Now, you could actually give them a semblance of a notion, of a reason... While you were struggling your hardest to avoid getting swallowed alive into Jordana's massive anus, you, or most accurately, your body strongly rejected it, even more than you did on a conscious level, it simply felt wrong on a fundamental level, like there was something missing, your own personal objections notwithstanding.
And there was also a weird longing. You've been trying to shake off the thoughts time and time again, but in particular, you had been getting seemingly random thoughts about Lillian throughout this ordeal. You assumed that you were simply mistaking Jordana for her, possibly because they're sisters, have a huge, fatty and jiggly ass, or because it was most likely the two made the other you experience the horrors of their gigantic booties more than once in incidents that got burned into his memory...
But none of that seemed to be it. As much as you didn't understand the logic behind it, it was as if your body itself yearned for this to have happened with Lillian instead, giving you a weird sense of anxiety, like that of a pet that was switched to the wrong owner, or like a kid that knew that he was being taken to the wrong family. It was extremely uncomfortable and difficult to explain away. You ignored this as hard as you could even if those thoughts kept popping up. You didn't want to get devoured by Jordana's ass, and you certainly didn't want to be devoured by any other, dammit!
Jordana's legs felt weaker, so weak that they could buckle under her massive weight but they didn't, at least not yet. The feeling was far more than intoxicating, she knew in her mind that this was right, this was what she had wanted for years, and she was finally about to have it. But in spite of her own ideas, her butthole continued to act apparently on its own, excitedly "chewing" on you, feeling you right on one of its most sensitive areas, just right in front of its massive entrance.
A few minutes later, and with Jordana's increased focus on it, trying to take direct control of it, the desperate sphincter finally relented, no longer "toying" with you, and simply, it began to open. You trembled in fear like you'd never done so in your life, as if you were a mortal that found himself standing before the very gates of Hell itself. And in many ways that was precisely the case. She sighed in relief once she got her "backdoor" under control.
'Okay, no more messing around, you can finally get in' She thought. Time slowed down to a crawl, and each second felt like a mini eternity of its own. Many second passed, the tension was killing her, but then the seconds turned into minutes and she grew frustrated herself.
'What's wrong? It's finally open, it's right there! All you have to do is walk in! Or crawl in, whatever!' She thought, unable to hide her pout. But you refused to enter.
Jordana took a deep breath and huffed loudly in growing frustration 'God dammit Blaise! You can't get me this hot and bothered and then deny me!' She thought, and she very much would've wanted to yell that, but she couldn't trust her voice not to betray her right now and she didn't want to make an unnecessary scene, which also had the potential of drawing Ariadne's attention.
You were glad that once her enormous anus opened it held still, you may have nowhere to go, but you weren't about to walk into certain suicide. But even you could feel the temperature increase, as well as the tension in her flesh. Somehow, you sensed that she was getting mad, but what could she possibly do that was worse than this?
Ignoring the crucial requirement of your consent and willingness, Jordana began to swing her gigantic badonkadonk from side to side in an attempt to knock you right in, thinking that you actually wanted this but were getting cold feet, possibly due to her sheer size.
"Whoah!" You felt intense movements from side to side, much harsher than when she was sensually shaking her big booty before. You managed to cling tightly to the "ground" but the touch of your tiny hands and specially your fingers sinking into that soft smooth flesh caused the whole thing to start twitching again, and with you right at the epicenter, despite your own valiant efforts, it only took a few bounces before your grip slipped, likely due to the oily layer on the flesh you so desperately held onto, and you were sent flying right into Jordana's asshole...
