Jaune hopped up, his nerves thretening to trip him as he started sprinting to the side of Yangs body, trying to ignore the radiating body head and motions of Yangs body as he sprinted.
Tripping up and falling became a regular pattern for Jaune as he slowly made progress up Yangs body. He looked right, squinting through the darkness to check if he had made it to her shirt yet. As his eyes ajusted, his mind reeled.
"Aw COME ON!" Jaune yelled. There was no mistaking it, the shorts had ended with skin. He looked up and down, hoping that what he was looking at wasn't a leg but there was no denying it. He let out a sigh as he gazed down the way he had just came, his ears in tune with Yangs heavy breathing as he psyched himself to run again. His legs pumped as he started spriting back the way he had just ran, his thoughts nervous and scattered. It wasn't long before his fears were confirmed, the giant blond slowly started to role over towards him. Unable to defend himself from the incoming pressure, he simply cried out.
Yang wiggled onto her back, her ass devastating the young JNPR leader in one stretched out blow. Her perverted smile slowly vanished as she started to toss and turn, disturbed by the lump underneath her as she subconciously tried to demolish it. This time Jaune was given no breaks as her powerful cheeks pounded and squeezed him into a more comfortable form. She finally settled with him firmly plastered within her wedgie, her face slowly relaxing as her eyes opened up.
Jaune didn't have time to complain as he was molded by the shifting glutes. Her titanic cheeks chewed him up without mercy as she tried to relieve the discomfort his former 3D body had. He whimpered as Yang gave a satisfied sigh, relaxing ontop of him. The musky material around him squeezed tight on his ingrained form. Not 5 minuted later, Yang shifted once more, jamming hit body further then he thought possible.
Yang sat up in bed crosslegged, grabbing her water from the bedside. She flexed her strong glutes as she felt a small discomfort on her ass as she drank. She mulled over getting rid of the itch- perhaps her shorts were causing it- loose fabric or fluff tickling her. She idly considered turning them inside out before the thought of an empty room over powered it- she grinded down happily as she gazed around at the empty beds, biting her bottom lip.
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