More of Marcy My name is Jill Tiny chapter 16 by TinyLesbo

Things went from bad to worse for Jill as, instead of Marcy putting on a bathing suit like any normal kid, decided that now it was Dana’s turn to get naked too.

And that meant Dana had to get off of her. Jill had her glorious moment of relief as the tween’s denim clad ass wasn’t crushing her any more, but that relief was soon replaced when Marcy lowered hers.

As Dana’s fingers pinned Jill down to keep her in place, Marcy straddled her friend’s arm like a stripper pole, and slowly, deliberately closed in.

”No no!” Jill gasped, flailing everything she had to try and prevent the looming ass. “No, you can’t do this! At least put some clothes on dammit…!”

But Jill’s protests were muffled, then silenced, as most of her body was swallowed up under naked tween crotch. Trapped between thighs, with Marcy’s labia swallowing her chest, that little tuft of ginger hair on her mound was close enough to tickle her nose now. Marcy’s face, giggling away in the relative distance as she squirmed on top of Jill. Pinned on the edge of a bench with a face full of preteen pussy, this was definitely the day’s low point. 

The other times they had clothes on at least. No such luxury now. All she could see, smell, taste, was Marcy’s arousal as it dripped from her body. And things only got worse as Marcy slowly undressed Dana above her. With a few more curves than her ginger bestie, Dana had a little more going downstairs too. Where Marcy had a tuft, Dana had some genuine fuzz going on, and her boobs were actually visi-

…what was she doing? Why was she comparing the bodies of naked tweens? Was that all the power she had left? Was the bar that low? Had she just accepted her fate as a weird sex pet for horny girls?

She wasn’t even struggling any more. Partly because that just seemed to make Marcy more excited, but also because what was the point? What energy she had left, she needed to save that for escape, and it wasn’t going to happen if she tried to fight her way out of Marcy’s pussy. She might as well play fucking dead or something until the girls lowered their guard, and make a break for it the first chance she got. 

Even if she ran into another horny creep, there’d be a chance they’d know someone who’d take pity on her. Anything could be an improvement over this mess.

Speaking of which…