Yasmine's taking you for a ride
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 16
Yasmine looks down at you. She still can't believe how cute you look down there, your hair ruffled, your eyes weak and unfocused, your head pressed up against her crotch, trapped helplessly by her so-long and so-powerful legs. She wants to keep you like this a little while longer. "You know, Tommy, you are looking a little weak. I'll give you a ride. Seems like the nice thing to do."
You squawk in protest. That is definitely not the nice thing to do. Yasmine ignores you, striding toward the exit. You complain, you plead more, your words dissipating into nothing in the fleshy prison in which Yasmine has entrapped you. Little do you know that the more you complain, the more Yasmine is pleasured by the vibrations you're creating. Any incentive she has to change her mind is long gone.
There's an exit from the changing room that opens into the DWA complex so you don't have to go through the arena, thank goodness. Yasmine takes you down some hallway, your body now completely limp in her grasp, your legs dragging along the floor behind you. She still has her hands intertwined with yours, keeping you firmly in her grasp. She walks gracefully, her hips gently swaying as she moves, but she can't take too big of steps lest a gap opens up between her thighs big enough for your head to fall out so it's slow going.
You can't tell where she's taking you. Glancing from side to side you can get some look at the walls and you pass some doors which look like entrances to dressing rooms but you can't read the names. Obviously you can't see in front of you. But the main view is of Yasmine's bouncing breasts above your head. That's not so bad. You focus on that, hoping that maybe you'll get lucky and nobody will see you.
She rounds a corner and to your horror stops. You hear footsteps approaching. "Hi, how are you doing?" Yasmine says, talking to the person, all while gently rocking her hips, and you, back and forth.
Who is she talking to?
You squawk in protest. That is definitely not the nice thing to do. Yasmine ignores you, striding toward the exit. You complain, you plead more, your words dissipating into nothing in the fleshy prison in which Yasmine has entrapped you. Little do you know that the more you complain, the more Yasmine is pleasured by the vibrations you're creating. Any incentive she has to change her mind is long gone.
There's an exit from the changing room that opens into the DWA complex so you don't have to go through the arena, thank goodness. Yasmine takes you down some hallway, your body now completely limp in her grasp, your legs dragging along the floor behind you. She still has her hands intertwined with yours, keeping you firmly in her grasp. She walks gracefully, her hips gently swaying as she moves, but she can't take too big of steps lest a gap opens up between her thighs big enough for your head to fall out so it's slow going.
You can't tell where she's taking you. Glancing from side to side you can get some look at the walls and you pass some doors which look like entrances to dressing rooms but you can't read the names. Obviously you can't see in front of you. But the main view is of Yasmine's bouncing breasts above your head. That's not so bad. You focus on that, hoping that maybe you'll get lucky and nobody will see you.
She rounds a corner and to your horror stops. You hear footsteps approaching. "Hi, how are you doing?" Yasmine says, talking to the person, all while gently rocking her hips, and you, back and forth.
Who is she talking to?
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May 31, 2023
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