Interactive P15
Added 2017-11-28 16:12:40 +0000 UTC
(More by Tia! Yall make sure to thank her.)
It was slow going, crawling out from under that generous backside. The flesh was soft and yielding, but only to a point. It took every ounce of strength you had to push yourself up against the smooth, warm flesh, all while being painfully aware that it would only take an instant for her to shift her weight and turn the gentle pressure you were experiencing now into a crushing, smothering landslide. Best not to think about it. Pulling yourself forward inch by inch, it did slowly grow easier as you emerged more and more out from under the curvature of her behind. Wasn't it just such a pity that she noticed your squirms?
You had almost pulled free when her hand swung down into view. Huge and terrifying, with fingers splayed, it swept in at dizzying speeds, reaching right down for you. Close enough that you could count every wrinkle in her palm and whorl of her fingerprints. There simply wasn't time; her fingers closed around you and pulled you the rest of the way free, then swept you into the air. With her index finger curled around your chest and her thumb around your back, there wasn't anywhere to go.
At least she wasn't squeezing; her grip was practically gentle.
