Fulda announces her destination and withdraws her fingers, letting her breasts clash back together and trapping you under them again. You try futilely to fight against the flesh atop you, but as expected it's to no avail. For the rest of the ride you simply do your best to abide your situation, swaying gently whenever Fulda turns sharply or has a short stop.
The car turns off, and the incessant pounding resumes with each step she takes. It doesn't seem as bad this time since you're used to it, but the bouncing with each step is far from pleasant. You lay down to try to mitigate the impact, spreading it over your whole body and wait for her to stop walking.
Mercifully your ride is short, and almost as soon as she stops Fulda slides two fingers down into her cleavage, parting it above you. Her fingers pinch around your leg and she hoists you out, dragging you upside-down into the humid locker room air. She impassively watches your suspended body for a second before setting you down on the bench beside her, laying you on your back.
Feeling eclipsed by her massive butt mere inches away you get up to your feet, a position which fails to make you feel any more secure. Fulda kicks off her massive Converse and sets them down on the bench, trapping you between them and her ass - truly putting you between a rock and hard place. Shortly after she stuffs her socks into her shoes as well, and then stands up. "You excited, you little twerp?" she asks as she opens her locker. "You should be, I bet you've never seen a woman getting ready for..."
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