Veronica, Yamile, or Grace...
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Veronica
You saw yourself rapidly approaching Veronica. Who was sitting on a tiny bar stool infront of a mexican themed snack bar. Dressed in a rediculously skimpy, green bikini bottom, which had mostly been chewed up by her gluttonous buttcrack, the thong-like bikini was obviously a few sizes too small since it barely managed to cover it completely. Causing Veronica to repeatedly yank it into an atomic wedgie for a few seconds before it'd slide back down again, much to her annoyance. As she grew closer, you managed to overhear her debating on what food to order, before finally settling on a 'Mega Burrito Supreme' with extra cheese, and a side dish of deep fried beans mixed with chilli with a tall glass of milk. As you suddenly started descending, you realized you were heading head-first straight down Veronica's exposed buttcrack.


Yamile
You were heading right toward a lounging Yamile, who was laying on her stomach against a towel. Suprisingly, you saw her older sister, Dulari kneeling down next to her, as she was preparing to lather her sister up with sunscreen, while their mother Alisha was unpacking the food they brought from home. And upon further inspection, you noticed Yamile had slid her black bikini bottom down to her thighs as Dulari was preparing to thoroughly apply the sunscreen to the entirety of Yamile's huge behind. With a gulp, you realized you were heading straight for Yamile's exposed buttcrack.


Grace
To your horror, you recognized the person to be Grace, clad in a blue and white striped swimsuit which squeezed into her overwhelming flesh, the buttfloss completely invisible within her wobbling buttcrack. Doing a few stretches, she was getting ready for a long tanning session on the lounging chair next to her, which you seemed to be flying towards.
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May 12, 2023
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