Mounted by Mount Hunter, straddled and sat upon, I plunged at once into that swamp of silk and compartmented feathers.
Oh she was so stupendously heavy it stressed my skeleton! Yet the softness of the surface under us proved less of a blessing than I first guessed. Once Heather had triumphantly settled herself, my virginity eradicated and added to her ex-incel tally, she didn’t launch into any of the ordinary copulatory mechanics. Instead with that gloating grin again deepening her dimples she tilted slowly forward atop me. Then as I felt my fluids and even viscera being squeezed from the bottom on upward like a tube of toothpaste (or s*x gel), I was forced ever deeper into the slick quicksand so poorly supporting me.
Even before she dropped wholly atop my dwarfed form, with her plenty-g
