Phil was passed over to a blonde haired, very curvy girl named Emma. Her tight blue shirt barely covered her two massive, round breasts, and she was wearing some very tight jean shorts. After Phil was dropped into Emma's cupped hands by the girl behind beside her, she closed her hands around him and brought him up to her desk. She opened her hands just a bit to peek in at the tiny boy. "Ooh, you're cuter than I had expected!" She cooed. Then, she whispered into her hands "Let's try something better than kissing, shall we?" and when the teacher's back was turned, she flicked him up into the air, and he landed right in her cleavage. He didn't slide far down; Phil's arms and legs were sticking above her boobs. But Emma used her index finger to slowly push him down into her cleavage until only a tiny right hand stuck out.
Phil was being firmly pressed face first into the side of her breast, and it was difficult to breathe. Emma giggled her herself, and started shaking her breasts a bit, so they would seperate and smash back together, pounding Phil into her skin. Emma was seated in the far back of the class, so only the two girls to her left and right could notice what she was doing, and they were all friends so there was no chance that the teacher could be told of Phil's whereabouts.
Emma leaned back in her chair, and began listening to the teacher again. As she did so, she crossed her arms tightly, slowly compressing her breasts together, causing her tits to overflow out of her low cut shirt as Phil was depressed deeper into her breast.
After ten minutes, Emma sits up straight, and starts to take down notes, almost forgetting about boy fnow used to her tit. He starts to regain his strength, and starts wiggling, in an attempt to escape. Emma notices, and quickly reaches behind her, and tightens her bra, sandwiching Phil face first into her breast, this time so hard that he can't move a muscle.
How long does she keep him like this?