The constant pounding is wearing on your nerves, and if you take a few more hits from her breasts you'll lose your mind. Luckily the timing is very predictable, and you're able to pinpoint the next time they'll rise off of you. As soon as the weight leaves you throw your legs down from her bra before they can slam back down, freeing you from your jiggling torture chamber.
Sadly your new situation isn't much better. You're not sure what you expected, but there's nothing to drop down onto - her shirt's totally untucked, meaning you're likely to go careening to the floor if you fall, and her navel is an incredibly hard target to hit. On the plus side light freely bleeds through her shirt, bathing her abs in a pale light so that you can see her chiseled six-pack.
Maybe worst of all, the shaking continues to jostle you. It's not as intense as it previously had been, but with each bounce you swing back and forth a bit more. With each swing your grip weakens a bit, and you're not sure how much longer you can hold on. Feebly you try kicking your legs in the air to push yourself up, but your arms are just too tired.
Fulda suddenly stops, and you're projected forward farther than any swing yet. You try to capitalize on the momentum and turn yourself around, but with your already weakened hands it's questionable whether you'll be able to make it.
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