At the apex of your swing you manage to get yourself turned around, nearly twisting your wrist in the process. As you get pulled back down you set your feet in front of you, braced for impact with Fulda's sternum. You grit your teeth as you speed towards her chest, your knees bent so as not to break against her.
Your feet sink into Fulda's soft skin, the force not even reaching the pliable cartilage underneath. With a sigh of relief you begin walking your legs up her sternum, keeping your death grip on the underside of her bra. The effort of holding on for dear life works with Fulda's intense body heat to make you start sweating, and with each vertical step your legs burn just a bit more.
Through sheer force of will you get your legs above you, and coil the rest of your body in. Fulda's breasts are no longer bouncing up and down, a good sign that she's stopped and this could now be the safest place to be. Carefully you push up with your arms, slip your head back inside her bra and push with your legs. Your body stretches back out, pushing along the underside of her boobs as they impede your movement still.
Despite the immense weight and heat emanating from on top of you, you know you're safe compared to a few minutes ago. You breathe a sigh of relief and brush some sweat from your forehead just when you hear... a car start? Above you her breasts are parted by two fingers, and you look up through her cleavage to see Fulda sternly peering down at you. "I don't know what the hell you were doing," she says, "but it was really annoying. You better cut that shit out when we get to..."
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