You woke up in the ditch of a strange valley. Looking around, you saw what seemed like the face of a black cliff rising up so high it hurt your neck to crane and see it. You trudged towards it slowly, your body stiff as you struggled not to trip over the uneven ground you found yourself upon. Nearly slipping, you put your hands to the ground and noticed something very odd about what you were standing on…it felt a lot like plastic.
AHHHHHHH!
It sounded like deafening thunder as you suddenly felt the ground below you rumbling with a rhythmic beat to it. Looking around, your heart nearly stopped as you saw the towering figure of Jael de Pardo approaching. She was waving and smiling as she looked elsewhere. Suddenly it hit you; there was a panel today that Jael was supposed to be a big part of. Well, the big aspect was certainly there you noted as she suddenly was next to you, her knees coming even with you as the rest of her seemed to stretch up unfathomably high. Her hand grabbed the cliff as it suddenly clicked that you were in her chair. As she pulled it out, you lost your balance and fell, looking up at her like a bug might look up at a child about to squish it (http://desktop.fansshare.com/gallery/pho...)!
BOOM!
You looked up slowly at Jael’s backside as she stood in front of the chair, waving to the crowd of fans. Looking around, you saw you were right in the middle of the seat, directly where her ass would land the second she decided that the waving had been enough. You pushed yourself to your feet and began running as fast as you could towards the archway of her legs. The chair shook as Jael began to lower herself down. You could see the fabric of her jeans cling to her ass as it approached you.
“Fuck! I AM NOT GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS!” you screamed as you sprinted with all your might, just making it as you felt your body get lifted by a gust of wind as the crotch of Jael’s jeans came down right behind you.
The gust was stronger than you thought as it sent you flying over the precipice, leaving only empty air below you as you began a free fall from the sky! Reaching out, your hand grasped hold of the fabric of Jael’s pant leg as you suddenly felt the pull of your body as it tried to stop.
BAM!
You smacked hard against Jael’s shin and continued falling down, smacking against her leg and gripping hold of her jeans to try and slow your descent as much as you could. As you neared her foot, you found yourself getting stuck more and more in the fabric of her jeans till you were soon tumbling head-over-heel down a crease towards her foot.
SMACK!
The air was knocked out from you as the leathery strap of Jael’s sandal caught you right in the stomach, making you feel nauseas as you tried to keep your breakfast down (http://pics.wikifeet.com/Jael-De-Pardo-F...). The momentum faded as you hung limply from the strap, slipping off and landing on the warm skin of Jael’s barefoot. Looking up, your rest was short lived as….
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