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The gigantic lady bursts into her apartment, agitated, impatient. She’s looking for something and it’s not where it’s supposed to be. Did she misplace it, or has it moved? “Oh, where are you, you little ?” she says, thumping and stomping around. You laugh to yourself, watching the massive woman turn about in frustration… right up until she thunders up to the couch, swings her hips around, and throws her full weight upon you! She leaps up, wondering what has made contact with her ass, and there she finds you, stuffed deeply between the cushions. “There you are! God, I’ve been looking for you all day!” All concern over potentially losing her possession quickly melts into amusement: “Did you want to get sat on? Hmm?” Your entire body sits on her mere palm as she interrogates you. “I knew it! You want to get squished right between my big ol’ fat butt cheeks, don’t you? I think I can manage something for you.” Her eyes twinkle mischievously. “I think you’re gonna live up there!” She rests you upon her glass coffee table and rises off the couch, towering over you. She turns and digs her fingers into her full, round ass cheeks, squeezing herself beneath her Daisy Dukes. Her pussy bulges beneath the denim, just over your head, as colossal buttocks shimmy and shudder, seconds away from crushing you flat! “I think you want these, don’t you?” she coyly inquires. This teasing is maddening! Suddenly she reaches down, seizes you, and begins rubbing you into her ass! Laughter bubbles out of her as she reclines upon her couch and slips you between her thick thighs, right in front of her pussy. Her thighs flex and throb around you, playfully squeezing the air out of your lungs… so you make a break for it! “Don’t run away, you bad thing!” In a flash she grabs you again and tries a different tack: “What about from the back? Wanna get squished?” Lying face-down on the couch, she reaches back and starts wedging you into her ass crack: all you can see are massive, swelling hills of flesh, pulsing all around you, dragging you deeper between her thighs, between her butt cheeks, and she only laughs at you. “I could let you live in there.” She peels one heavy buttock up, exposing the black thong that stretches over her asshole and slips between her labia, very generously sharing with you the beautiful environment that may be your last vision. A decision is made: she snaps her thong, inviting you inside. Once inside she raises her tight shorts, sealing you in tight.
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