Liz plays with you a bit more as she gets changed
Tiny Fitness Coach
chapter 30
by
CrankoWanko
Liz made sure to take her time pulling her pair of tight panties up each of her thick legs, in no hurry to get off of you. Liz hummed contentedly, ignoring the angry vibrations she could feel against her ass cheek as you continued to yell at her. Once her panties were up to her thighs, Liz leaned forward, lifting her hefty rear from the locker room bench. The wall of flesh on top of you peeled away as Liz continued sliding her thin panties up over her perfectly round, quivering butt cheeks. You could hear Liz humming a little tune to herself, completely carefree as you gasped for fresh air, which annoyed you to no end. Liz was having such an easy time dominating you, and there was practically no way for you to stop her. How could life be so unfair? You shouted up, "LIZ! Would you PLEASE stand up already!?"
You were unable to see Liz smirking wickedly, since her wide hips were blocking your entire view, as she replied uncaringly, "Just a sec Mr. Trainer, I'm almost done!" Liz slid the form-fitting panties over each of her buttocks, wedging it firmly between her smooth legs, which still hovered precariously overhead. Liz knew you had nowhere to go, and nothing to look at but her gigantic rear, and she LOVED that. Liz gave them another tantalizing tug, sending a quick jiggle across her massive butt cheeks. Liz's motion caused the underwear to disappear into her deep ass crack. Figures; Liz was probably just the kind of girl to specifically buy underwear a few sizes too small, just because she thought it looked hot.
"What do you think? My panties are pretty cute huh?" Liz asked, as she waggled her hips above you. You tried to avert your gaze as her thong half disappeared into her vagina, but Liz's ass was eclipsing your vision. Before you could respond, Liz casually dropped back down onto the bench, impacting with a meaty thud. Your body was squashed beneath the warm flesh of Liz's butt cheek, and she giggled when she felt your erection being pressed down by the weight of her still-wobbling ass. "It feels like you agree with me, haha!" Liz taunted from above, answering her own question for you.
Liz, deciding to torture you just a little bit more, began slowly bouncing up and down against the bench, as she thought aloud, "What I wonder what I should wear for the rest of our gym session... Leggings, or booty shorts? Mesh tank top, or sports bra? Hmm..." Liz pretended to think on the subject as she continued to oscillate her gigantic rear-end up and down against the hard bench, enjoying the way she could feel your body being squished against her heaving ass by even the slightest of her movements. Finally, Liz threw her hands up in frustration, "Ugh, there are just, like, so many choices, and I look so good in ALL of them! I need a second opinion..."
Liz slid her ass back and to the side, dragging your body across her ass, until you were beneath her ass crack. Liz parted her legs and continued to slide back, slowly smushing your tiny body across the underside of her crotch. Liz had wedged part her underwear between her vaginal lips, causing you to occasionally rub against her bare womanhood as she moved, until your legs and waist stuck out from beneath her panties. Liz looked down and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Trainer? What should I wear next?" Your face was currently pressed into the warm, damp underside of Liz's panties, preventing you from doing much more than mumbling uselessly. You could feel your erection sticking straight into the air, and your legs were no longer being crushed. You weakly tried to pull at the ground with your feet, to drag yourself free, but made no progress. Liz's vagina was weighing down against your upper body, smothering your movements with its warm softness. You heard Liz ask from up above, "Well, Mr. Trainer? Don't you, like, have anything to say?"
Liz waited a few seconds, taking the time to savor your helplessness, before she asked, "Come on, surely you must have SOME thoughts on my gym wear! After all, you were the one harping on me about being gym appropriate, remember?" Liz stuck a finger out and pushed at your cock, briefly squashing the tip of your cock against her barely covered pussy lips. An angry, muffled "NNGH!" was all Liz heard in response, as your legs kicked frantically. Liz pulled her finger back, and giggled as she watched your lower body squirming, causing your erection to wave in the air, which amused her.
With mock surprise, Liz exclaimed, "Oh! Am I crushing you down there? Here, let me move..." Liz spun 180 degrees, twisting her soft panties around on top of you, and hung her legs over the other side of the bench. You coughed and gasped for breath as Liz's wet sex slid off of your face and immediately settled onto your lower body. You were greeted with the immediate sight of a very tight pair of panties partially covering Liz's crotch.
Further up you could see Liz's smooth stomach, with its single silver belly button piercing, and then her beautiful (and smug) face grinning down at you between her two gigantic breasts, high above. "There you are, Mr. Trainer! You know, it really was dumb of you to stand on the bench like that, right when a big beautiful girl like me was looking for a place to sit!" Liz spoke so self-righteously, as if she couldn't possibly be at fault, that it made your blood boil. Liz smirked as she saw you frowning, and wiggled in place, grinding your cock against her ass cheeks, and giggled as you clearly struggled to hold back a moan of pleasure. "Anyway, now that I have your attention, you can help me pick out some outfits!"
You were about to begin a furious tirade against Liz's moral character, but then she leaned forward, steamrolling you underneath her cameltoe. You were smothered as Liz slid off of the bench and stood up. Liz stopped only long enough to bounce her ass against the bench one last time, meaning to tease you one last time with her gigantic booty by bouncing it against you. What Liz was too stupid to notice, however, was that as she slid over you were basically smeared across her wet pussy before being wedged into her jiggling ass crack, and then went up with her as she stood up. Her attempt at teasing you only ended up hammering your body, now upside down, further between her massive ass cheeks.
Liz, unaware of what she had just done, went over to her personal locker, each footstep sending an avalanche of bouncing flesh into your body. You were angry to learn that you had ended up with your face nearly pushed into Liz's pussy opening, as you could feel her thick thighs pushing your head up into her warm lips. Meanwhile, your lower body was lining her ass crack, with your cock being rubbed against each shifting ass cheek as she walked. Essentially you were left stuck with your feet pointing up towards Liz's back and your face pointing towards her crotch, leaving you in an awkward and uncomfortable position, with only her skimpy panties to hold on to. Liz began pulling several outfits from her locker, once more humming contentedly as she did so, clueless to all of the torturous humiliation she was putting you through.
Liz had just turned around with a skimpy set of clothing in each hand, grinding you around between her buttocks as she moved, when she noticed you were no longer on the bench. Liz asked, "Um, where did you go, Mr. Trainer?" Liz scanned the floor and didn't see you anywhere. You couldn't even respond; Liz's ass crack was tightly sandwiching your entire body right now. Liz stomped a foot impatiently, sending a vibration through her enormous ass which wobbled noticeably against your cock, "It's, like, not very nice to leave a girl WAITING!" Liz huffed, annoyed that she had lost her little plaything.
Just then, the changing room door opened...
Who enters?
You were unable to see Liz smirking wickedly, since her wide hips were blocking your entire view, as she replied uncaringly, "Just a sec Mr. Trainer, I'm almost done!" Liz slid the form-fitting panties over each of her buttocks, wedging it firmly between her smooth legs, which still hovered precariously overhead. Liz knew you had nowhere to go, and nothing to look at but her gigantic rear, and she LOVED that. Liz gave them another tantalizing tug, sending a quick jiggle across her massive butt cheeks. Liz's motion caused the underwear to disappear into her deep ass crack. Figures; Liz was probably just the kind of girl to specifically buy underwear a few sizes too small, just because she thought it looked hot.
"What do you think? My panties are pretty cute huh?" Liz asked, as she waggled her hips above you. You tried to avert your gaze as her thong half disappeared into her vagina, but Liz's ass was eclipsing your vision. Before you could respond, Liz casually dropped back down onto the bench, impacting with a meaty thud. Your body was squashed beneath the warm flesh of Liz's butt cheek, and she giggled when she felt your erection being pressed down by the weight of her still-wobbling ass. "It feels like you agree with me, haha!" Liz taunted from above, answering her own question for you.
Liz, deciding to torture you just a little bit more, began slowly bouncing up and down against the bench, as she thought aloud, "What I wonder what I should wear for the rest of our gym session... Leggings, or booty shorts? Mesh tank top, or sports bra? Hmm..." Liz pretended to think on the subject as she continued to oscillate her gigantic rear-end up and down against the hard bench, enjoying the way she could feel your body being squished against her heaving ass by even the slightest of her movements. Finally, Liz threw her hands up in frustration, "Ugh, there are just, like, so many choices, and I look so good in ALL of them! I need a second opinion..."
Liz slid her ass back and to the side, dragging your body across her ass, until you were beneath her ass crack. Liz parted her legs and continued to slide back, slowly smushing your tiny body across the underside of her crotch. Liz had wedged part her underwear between her vaginal lips, causing you to occasionally rub against her bare womanhood as she moved, until your legs and waist stuck out from beneath her panties. Liz looked down and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Trainer? What should I wear next?" Your face was currently pressed into the warm, damp underside of Liz's panties, preventing you from doing much more than mumbling uselessly. You could feel your erection sticking straight into the air, and your legs were no longer being crushed. You weakly tried to pull at the ground with your feet, to drag yourself free, but made no progress. Liz's vagina was weighing down against your upper body, smothering your movements with its warm softness. You heard Liz ask from up above, "Well, Mr. Trainer? Don't you, like, have anything to say?"
Liz waited a few seconds, taking the time to savor your helplessness, before she asked, "Come on, surely you must have SOME thoughts on my gym wear! After all, you were the one harping on me about being gym appropriate, remember?" Liz stuck a finger out and pushed at your cock, briefly squashing the tip of your cock against her barely covered pussy lips. An angry, muffled "NNGH!" was all Liz heard in response, as your legs kicked frantically. Liz pulled her finger back, and giggled as she watched your lower body squirming, causing your erection to wave in the air, which amused her.
With mock surprise, Liz exclaimed, "Oh! Am I crushing you down there? Here, let me move..." Liz spun 180 degrees, twisting her soft panties around on top of you, and hung her legs over the other side of the bench. You coughed and gasped for breath as Liz's wet sex slid off of your face and immediately settled onto your lower body. You were greeted with the immediate sight of a very tight pair of panties partially covering Liz's crotch.
Further up you could see Liz's smooth stomach, with its single silver belly button piercing, and then her beautiful (and smug) face grinning down at you between her two gigantic breasts, high above. "There you are, Mr. Trainer! You know, it really was dumb of you to stand on the bench like that, right when a big beautiful girl like me was looking for a place to sit!" Liz spoke so self-righteously, as if she couldn't possibly be at fault, that it made your blood boil. Liz smirked as she saw you frowning, and wiggled in place, grinding your cock against her ass cheeks, and giggled as you clearly struggled to hold back a moan of pleasure. "Anyway, now that I have your attention, you can help me pick out some outfits!"
You were about to begin a furious tirade against Liz's moral character, but then she leaned forward, steamrolling you underneath her cameltoe. You were smothered as Liz slid off of the bench and stood up. Liz stopped only long enough to bounce her ass against the bench one last time, meaning to tease you one last time with her gigantic booty by bouncing it against you. What Liz was too stupid to notice, however, was that as she slid over you were basically smeared across her wet pussy before being wedged into her jiggling ass crack, and then went up with her as she stood up. Her attempt at teasing you only ended up hammering your body, now upside down, further between her massive ass cheeks.
Liz, unaware of what she had just done, went over to her personal locker, each footstep sending an avalanche of bouncing flesh into your body. You were angry to learn that you had ended up with your face nearly pushed into Liz's pussy opening, as you could feel her thick thighs pushing your head up into her warm lips. Meanwhile, your lower body was lining her ass crack, with your cock being rubbed against each shifting ass cheek as she walked. Essentially you were left stuck with your feet pointing up towards Liz's back and your face pointing towards her crotch, leaving you in an awkward and uncomfortable position, with only her skimpy panties to hold on to. Liz began pulling several outfits from her locker, once more humming contentedly as she did so, clueless to all of the torturous humiliation she was putting you through.
Liz had just turned around with a skimpy set of clothing in each hand, grinding you around between her buttocks as she moved, when she noticed you were no longer on the bench. Liz asked, "Um, where did you go, Mr. Trainer?" Liz scanned the floor and didn't see you anywhere. You couldn't even respond; Liz's ass crack was tightly sandwiching your entire body right now. Liz stomped a foot impatiently, sending a vibration through her enormous ass which wobbled noticeably against your cock, "It's, like, not very nice to leave a girl WAITING!" Liz huffed, annoyed that she had lost her little plaything.
Just then, the changing room door opened...
Who enters?
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