As Vanessa began to wander out of her room, Jason was ground between her big sweaty breasts. The heat was unimaginably intense, like a hot sidewalk on a summer day to Jason. He could feel his body slowly go molten as the friction of the two breasts grinded away at his body. All the sweat and grime surrounding him soaked into his very form, mixing with all the other flavors and smells already burned into his senses. He was lightheaded and felt his world spinning.
Outside, Vanessa was navigating her way out of her room, when she spotted something. Lying on the floor near the door was her trusty washcloth. This confused Vanessa, " Wait, if that is my wash rag......then....what was I using?" Vanessa scratched at her chin thinking up a storm. Jason wanted to call out to her. To tell her the hell he just went through, but his mouth was not reformed yet. And worse yet, as he was getting more molten by the second in the heat surrounding him, he would not be reforming anything anytime soon.
Vanessa continued to ponder until a lightbulb went off in her head. "Oh! I know, it must be one of those new imported washrags I saw at the gym!" She smacks her forehead and lets out a chuckle to herself," I must of grabbed it with my gear and forgotten about it. These things really are nice! It's hybrid construction makes it hyper absorbent. That and the Plasti-gel material is so soft." She thinks back to her masturbation session and how great it felt on your cock. This whole thought process stirring something in her. Her cock began to pulse and throb, heating up as blood flow was renewed, as her cock sprung back to life slowly. With this realization, Vanessa went ahead and readjusted her cock, pointing it upwards into her shirt. Letting it continue it's growth upwards towards her breasts.
With that sorted, Vanessa opened and stepped out of her door. She quickly called out to her family that she was going to go for a nice run. Hell, the weather was begging for it! She walked over to the door, spying her absolutely filthy running shoes, and began slipping her equally grimy feet into them. Once that was done, she opened for door and stepped out, closing it behind her. With that she walked out to the sidewalk and set off on her run.
Inside Vanessa's breasts, Jason is still in a literal hell. After his sister readjusted her cock, it was pointed straight up at him, and from the time it started growing it has not stopped. Inch by inch is crept further up Vanessa's shirt, the bulbous tip of her shaft growing by the second. By the time Vanessa stepped outside into the blistering heat, she as nearly at 3/4 of being at full mast. Her foreskin had peeled back, revealing all her caked up smegma that Jason had missed as well as the fresh dried and still gooey cum from earlier. The piss slit gaped menacingly, staring up at Jason like a predator ready to snatch up it's prey. To top all that off, Jason had continued to melt and fall downwards towards the waiting cock. Slowly but surely sliding between the sweat soaked breasts to his doom. The sweltering heat and Vanessa picking up her pace on her run did not help matters either.
Jason began to panic as he was mere inches away from Vanessa's now burning hot fully erect tip. Constantly spewing precum every so often like some kind of demented fountain at that. What was in store for Jason as Vanessa's run continued?!? Jason's mind was running a million miles a minute now as he continued his full on panic towards this gross situation.
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