Gwen stuck her hand down the back of her pants grimacing about how sweaty her butt crack was. Her hands finally made contact with a little women and pulled her out and brought the women up to her face. "Please just let me go" Heather begged as she had been defeated by Gwen's giant booty. "I am so sorry for all the things I did to you" Heather begged as she started to cry. "Sorry!" Gwen screamed now angry. "I am so happy your sorry about all the torture you put me through on the island". "But you know what" Gwen said evilly staring at Heather now. "This was never about getting you to say sorry this was about revenge" and with that Gwen opened the back of her pants and dumped Heather back in.
Heather sobbed as she had been sentenced back into Gwen's butt crack and she was being squashed by Gwen's giant cheeks. Gwen kept on teasing Heather while she was getting back into her jogging routine. Gwen felt a rumble in her stomach and with a smirk she said "Heather you better hold your nose I haven't got all my gas out yet". This caused Heather to scream and then PPPPPHHHHHTTTTTTT. The giant fart knocking out Heather. "Oh that was a big one" Gwen laughed as she continued on her jog.
When she opened her eyes the smell was still barely present, but it only reached deeper down at Gwen's butthole, the pressure instead had left completely. Trying to find a more comfortable position Heather tried to struggle to move inside that butt. But the sound of a giggle told her that her movement was careless. Heather had just communicated to Gwen that she was awake, and to confirm that Heather was squished by the two giant cheeks Gwen was laying on her bed, listening to music, she simply wiggled her butt and she could feel a tiny person in her butt
“So you’re awake my little butt slave” Gwen said playfully “Good because I have a task for you. I had my shower already but I couldn’t reach inside my butt. I think you could do better work with your little tongue, don’t you agree?”
A kind and sweet way to give an order. Knowing Heather wouldn’t obey, to give her some motivation Gwen clenched her cheeks, giving her little unwilling slave a painful squeeze, to remind her who’s on top. Heather grunted as she was flattened and smothered between the two walls of flesh once again, unable to squirm until Gwen released her, allowing Heather to fulfill the task. Heather let the gravity help her before starting to dig her way between the tight glutes, reaching the darkness of the depths of Gwen’s rear, the smell becoming worse and worse as she got lower, the sweat helping her to slide along Gwen's skin until she saw it. The dark, pulsing butthole, dark and wrinkly. Heather swallowed hard thinking of what she had to do. And even more afraid she was at the idea of what would happen if she was caught inside that hole. Heather slowly approached the hole until she was right next to it. She sighed and closed her eyes starting with her work. Her tongue crawled out of its shelter, reaching for the skin and lapping a drop of butt sweat off it. She shivered as the taste was even worse than what she ever thought it could be. Heather shook her head in desperation. “I can’t, I can’t please Gwen don’t make me do it!”
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