Densuke, who was standing on Kirika's bikini bottom, almost had a nosebleed from where he was standing. Sadly though, Kirika didn't see him, and picked up her thong bottom with Densuke in it, and slowly put it on, one leg at a time.
Densuke was petrified, holding on the string of her thong for dear life. When he looked up, his eyes bulged out in surprise, and was now shoved inbetween Kirika's ample buttcheeks, with the string holding his body and face in place. The back of his head and face being squished by her big soft cheeks, Densuke tried to wiggle to see if Kirika can feel anything. Kirika, however and strangely enough, didn't felt anything.
She said to herself, "Hm. You know, I'll just wait on the pool. I'm going to see if if my show is on." So the bikini clad Kirika walked(which her butt jiggled and made Densuke's head wobble around) over to the couch and, much to Densuke's horror, sat down. Her butt pressed on to the couch, adding weight to poor Densuke, as well as her buttcheeks engulfing his body, with only his head exposed at the back. The string holding his face in place wasn't making things easier, either.
'Oh man! This is terrible! I got to get out of this!' Densuke thought with a nosebleed, feeling the softness of Kirika's butt on his head.
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