covered in sweatdrops you suddenly feel yourself sliding slowly down the back of your teacher, going down all the way.
Apparently the single was the last thing he removed, because you see two humps of flesh coming into view.
You hear Mister Welling mutter something about forgetting his showergear.
Then you suddenly feel him leaning forward as you're just at the top of his crack.
You're safed for now you think, but suddenly he jerks up which makes you slide down with a jolt.
And you end up clenched between the two buttcheeks When he bows formward once more you slied even deeper. and you see he is stepping into his underwear.
As he comes up his ess clenches back together and you feel something pulsing in your back.
As the pair of tight undewear travels at you with a ridiculous speed you can just glance over your shoulder to see the giant asshole of your teacher pushing against your back. THen the world suddenly grows dark as the cotton wall closes you in.
With a sudden push you're pushed even deeper in the crack as your teacher adjusts his pants, by running a finger through his crack.
Then he continues to dress, completely unaware of your dire position.
As his pants come up your position becomes even more dire, as you sweaty professor didn't take a shower and he did build up a sweat as you noticed when you were on his back. The musky aroma, mixed with sour sweat almost makes you wanna gag, but you try your best to stay awake. You know if you'll pass out, you'll never survive.
As you try to wiggle free, you find out that you're pretty much stuck, and before you get t change to unstickyourself the giant begins moving, First his left buttcheek moves in on you, then his right, then left again. You get the feeling your being pulled through a wringer over and over again. Till ti suddenly stops and you hear something. "Beep, Beep, Click" followed by cardoors opening and suddenly you feel like your falling down fast and hard, as your teacher sits down in the drivers seat.
As he turns on the engine you feel his legs handling the pedals sending small jolts of muscle acticity through his mighty ass.
Then you hear a faint rumbling up from above. What the heck?
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