Between the slight sway of Janet's walk and the softness and warmth of her flesh surrounding you, you felt a deep relaxation. Despite the tightness of the fabric of her yoga pants at your back, you felt like you were in heaven. You pressed your face to the soft skin of her cheek and allowed it to envelop all of your senses. You rubbed your hands across her butt as far as you can reach and rubbed and grabbed tiny handfuls of her flesh.
Other than a slight tickle on her right cheek, Janet had no clue about the tiny man trapped inside her pants. Rebecca started to smile as the girls approached their car. She encouraged Janet to "hop in" to the front seat as she slid into the drivers side and Monica slipped into the back. Rebecca laughed to herself as she kept her eyes on the tiny prisoner beneath Janet's ass as her friend's huge backside impacted the firm leather seat.
Back inside the yoga pants, you were too lost in enjoyment to notice the words of the giantesses above you. You disregarded the sudden conclusion of the gentle swaying of Janet's hips. What finally got your attention was the drop in elevation and the squeeze that the already gripping yoga pants put on your body as Janet dropped her ass toward the seat cushion. You realized what was happening but it was too late to do anything about it. Your rubbing turned into desperate clawing as you tried to find a way out. Janet unknowingly put your struggles to a sudden halt as her ass met the front seat of Rebecca's SUV. You felt the cold leather against your back through the girl's thin yoga pants and it served as a sharp contrast to the warmth and softness of her flesh at your front. Regardless, it was that soft, round ass that was punishing you currently.
Janet grimaced awkwardly as she sat beside Rebecca. The blond noticed the look on her friend's face and asked what the trouble was.
Janet responded "It's not much, but I feel the oddest tickling sensation under my ass. It's just annoying enough to bug me," she said as she started to slowly wiggle her hips and grind her ass against the leather seat.
Rebecca tries hard to stifle a laugh as she sees Janet's response to the "tickle" that she knew was you.
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