This choice: You're in luck because the trip to the car is interrupted by... • Go Back... As a reward of your immense effort, you are able to glimpse a dim beam of light illuminating your pink prison at the same time a breath of fresh, chilling air puffs in through her gaping pussy lips.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down angel. You might want to put on some clothes first." You hear Jack say distantly.
Angela giggles at that. "Oh yeah. Can't go outside naked, you're so smart Jack."
For a moment you freeze up, how much wine did she drink while you weren't paying attention? At the same time she started moving again, her moist flesh dragging you back into her lovely pink abyss. The distant glimmer fades but you've been bought some time, maybe moving around will remind her she already has a boyfriend?
"Ah! Yah, good job! Just keep doing that Steve, this'll be so much fun!" Angela giggles again, one of her fingers breeches down to lightly tap your head twice before surging forwards and forcibly shoving you as deeply into her twat as it could. "Tee hee, what should I wear?" You can barely even hear her slurred voice with how deeply everything is now muffled by pussy flesh.
After a few disorienting moments of motion your girlfriend was dressed and moving again. The minor tug was all it took to push you far enough back that your feet finally found purchase in her sopping tunnel. It was a familiar texture and a bad sign, you were in so deep you were standing on her cervix.
On the bright side, at least the movement of her legs couldn't shove you any deeper now. On the down side, you probably weren't getting out anytime soon without help.
"Oh Jackie-pooh!" Angela cooed in an almost disgustingly sweet lilt. "I know you don't like it, what are you gonna do, spank me?"
Suddenly there was a sharp smack that seemed to echo through Angela's body, along with a violent jerk forward. "Heh heh. That's why I do it, big guy."
The walk, which had previously been a tight, controlled if slightly uneven gait, turned into a waving sway, sending you roughly from one side of her vaginal wall to the other as her hips swung around with each step. Even worse, she intentionally flexed her muscles against and over you each time, apparently relishing the fact that she could feel you inside her.
After a moment you completely lost your perch on her womb's entrance and couldn't even tell up from down any more. "So which one's yours? ...Huh? Oh my god, those are huge! That's so unfair, why's a girl that small get tits that big?"
Indistinct shouting rose from outside, a male and a female voice arguing back and forth in words to muffled by pussy to hear.
"Wow. Jackie-pooh is your boyfriend? That's so weird, he used to be my boyfriend!" Angela happily proclaimed, stopping the shouting. Then she spoke again. "I don't know, he just showed up with some wine and a new car we were going to look at." You could feel her shift around, suddenly squeezing you slowly and rolling her hips a little. "Um, maybe we can discuss this inside? I think there's some wine left." With a giggle she started moving again, though this time her hips were shifting back and forth uncomfortably and her rate of pressing and rolling her folds against you had increased dramatically. "I know I'm a genius cause I'm that smart! And now you can explain everything Jackie-pooh!"
Before she even finished the last syllable there was another resounding smack and sudden jerk forward. "Huh? Why wouldn't I let him spank me? That's the whole reason I say- Eek!" A second smack and thrust forward interrupted your girlfriend's explanation. "You're right. Sorry, big guy." Her weight settled down on top of you in the familiar way that you knew meant she was sitting now.
She hadn't calmed down yet. In fact she was fidgeting her hips around and wetter than you'd ever seen before. It was a struggle to keep your head above the love juices, especially because she had started a new game where she tried to push and pull you up and down without using her hands. "And he said he'll explain as soon as you have your wine, so drink up!" Angela started giggling again.
Suddenly there was a little puff of fresh air and squelching from below as the fidgeting turned into a full out rocking motion. "See, that makes perfect sense. I mean, just because we broke up doesn't mean we aren't still friends."
The conversation stopped there for a few minutes as only the sounds of Angela's fingers working furiously below you filled your tiny pink world. After a few moments you were ready to write it off as a close on and remind Angela not to drink with old flames any more. And then, "Don't worry, I know my boyfriend would love to be part of our foursome!" She declared bubbly. "Huh? Oh, I didn't even notice." The fingers paused in their work and then withdrew. "So let's get started, I need a big, thick one right about now." The weight on you dispersed as Angela rose to her feet. "Don't worry about it! He's a little small for this type of thing anyway. Nothing like big, ole Jackie-pooh here."
The now expected smack and jerk was followed up by a brief vertical drop. "Sorry big guy... Oh, you're so naughty. Well alright, 'I'm sorry big guy, please don't deny your little slut!' ...What? Kelly? But big gu- mprph." *Slurp*
You suddenly felt incredibly nervous as Angela shifted forward, moving you from a vertical to horizontal position that indicated her ass was rising into the air.
With a final puff of fresh air and glimmer of light you could see something, huge, domed and pink starting to slid home between your girlfriends pussy lips. Something at least a dozen or more times your size. It raced up and pounded into her, shoving you hard against her cervix before starting to draw back again.
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