Vacation Between her Mountains


Written by Septia.


“Hoooaaw… Hoo. That was great, I didn't know the lake stretched that far. Shame we spooked that deer, but hey I bet we can see it again, if we keep a calm enough pace.” 
	 Sam s head was a haze of jostles and colours, even in the dim cabin. 
	“Pheww, I hear you, I am beat. Think I'll just lie back and game for a bit. She said and hobbled over to her room, topping into bed, -Cgbfhffsth- and rolling over with a heave of exhaustion, scratching at her chest with her fingers digging into Sam. -Shflrlpccllsttlsh- Mai peeled him off of her skin with a disjointed grind of gellated lard plastered onto a stake -Schvllppfghrhrhsts-. “You can still hang out on my bra, though I could use something to soak up my sweat for a bit,” she huffed at and folded Sam over and under -Clrssplccchtwp- plying his body in beneath the bulk of her chest. 
	-Slfpfhst-clspthts- Each press shovelled Sam deeper into the confines of marinating cleavage filth, -Shfllpfthhts- -Clpsthhs- wading through the reservoirs of gathered sweat pooling into the murky depths of her chest cleft. His body dressed in the residue still fresh from the workout. -Chflflpghthts- The deeper he was stuffed, the further sticky and congealed the condensed body odour became as it lapped and sprawled over his skin wit, imbuing him tepid with Mai's body heat. 
	“Mfms, aahs, right, in there… phew… wow, its impressive, how small you can get when you'mvm” -Cllpghth- she said with a heave of her chest clapped down into Sam, “when you are like this, maybe my boobs are just so big its easy to hide in, Mmm, geeze what a perv you are.” She huffed out with a pat to her naked chest, propping up her Horizon against them and sinking into a trance. All wham remained trapped, clasped in the Tit's dungeon, of muggy, briny funk, the cooling sweat, and encompassing darkness, gradually ushering his senses away from consciousness. 


~ 1 ~


“Mmhm, mm mhmm mm, mm, and like that. Ok, sweet.” 
	Sam opened his eyes to a view he hadn't seen before. A room unfamiliar. Though the giddy hums of Mai close by. 
	“Oh hey, you are awake, sweetness,” he felt himself being lifted, and then became a, all too aware, of his dimensions: flat as a pancake, sloping and drooping over Mai's ha fingers. 
	“You were out for a quite a while, I tried to get you up, but you just wouldn’t shake up. I got a bit worried, so I started making some food to calm down. But now all’s well again. Oh, hey, do you mind holding my burrito?” she asked as a shadow descended upon him. 
	-Sllcplshhgtss- The overstuffed tortilla wrap mushed as it landed on top of him. Mai curled him around the bundle of greasy foo personified into a meal. Then brought up in line with her tongue moistened lips. 
	“Thanks, I was so glad you are ok after our run, I could just… mmm.” She bit her lip, then puckered them in for a kiss, bringing Sam in close to him and -smmflltch- smooching onto him and the burrito in tow, the breath of air of her mouth lapping over his sides awhile the spittle plastered into onto his skin., then her maw broadened. -haarmarmmfmpgs- she stuffed him inwards, -Sclslthted- Sam's body fondling and scrunching up like an according around her lips, partially tucked in with the parcel as her molars came down -Chlclpfhthhts- -Slfpfhsthsts- the incision unleashing a wave of meat oils blended with spicy sauce and pulped vegetables, floating atop her saliva and washing into haim. 
	“Mmfmfs fms, mpaha,” she huffed and tore a good chunk off the burrito, holding the Sam wrap beneath her maw as she chewed with slick pumps of her open maw. -Slcplshths- -Cplghhts- Clots of pulped grease drooled down her chin, trickling onto Sam along tight the fresh innards of the burrito swelling up from the middle and daubing its meaty, sauce slicked goo over drooling onto his body. 
	“Mmfm fmmfsh, awwyhea tha's good. Mmfms. Mm, shorry,” -Omgplpmmph- she swallowed and sighed, “I knew you weren't ready to take on my ass full force before, but, I'll sill save up some gas for when you are ready, gotta keep the boiler brewing~.” She snickered, drawing him up over her face -PPfltthhllrph- smushing and wiping him through the grease rivers to slathered over his body as she pumped him in for another deep chewing kiss, gnawing her was into the burrito, stuffing more and more of the Sam Wrap along into her maw. 
	He was treated to a close experience of Mai's teeth masticating the deluge of wafting, sewage salty lard into a tar of gunk -Sscchglpthg- -Klspghtht-. The food tar sloughing and lobbing from one end of her her cheek to the other, swirling Sam along to submerge him into the burrito cement, within the eternally humid, drooping caverns of dangling drool and pooling, oily slush. Each chomp brought him in deeper, sometimes fished back out of a maw just to be stuffed into the embrace again, a breath of fresh air to be tainted by the raw sludge pickling in her fluids. -Sfhhflplghts- She suckled and lapped over her meal, swabbing and Sam along with each stroke leaving trails of drool and grease filaments between her teeth, tongue and his tainted skin. -Smgmpghthts- Her lips enveloped him, bathed in the macerating mush as Mai sighed and savoured the flavour of the beans, lettuce, and juice spiced minced.
	“Mfmfs mgpsghs slslfhhrpt llfsmpghgsmm,” she worked her tongue into it, lapping all oblong the scraps of food and Sam in tow, coating him in viscous films of the coagulated chyme dew. The experience into was played up as all the more intimate by Mai, as the smacks and laps registered at an attempt at making out, if the sucking -Sllpgghhs- inhale of saliva and juices suckled smooched clean off of him was anything to go by. The woman indulging in desires sating both hunger and lust with the lewd display of tonguing Sam and… eating him out. He was ‘cleaned’ by each lap and swab of her drooling carpet. And yet, there was always seemed to be more, coats after coats applied and lapped of, as Sam tumbled in a drier fuelled by girl spit, and shock full of fatty gruel. 


~ 2 ~


“Haa,” Mai said as she lounged back in the chair by the kitchen table. “that hit ths spo-” -Huraallpffshup- she heaved out a thick belch, injecting the air with a gossamer haze of bean and meat funk. 
	Sam laid sprawled out over her palm. The crumpled umbrella of a man sagging down along the contours of her fingers; he dripped water from the fluttering edges, from the slapdash rinse Mai had given him after serving as her napkin. Despite this 'cleaning' though this slapdash solution had displaced the oil laced gunk more than it had helped him. 
	“Phew, maybe it’s the air up here, but today's gotten me more sweaty, and I thought my usual work was hot and steamy.” 
	“Mmfhrf?” Sam managed to mumble out. 
	“Oh yeah, I haven't had a chance to tell you, you see I'm kinda-.” -Chrrlpghts- A crinkling vibrated as she raised her arm. “Oh, wow, I am still, so sweaty from that run but, luckily for me,” she said with a tone shifting down to a sultry tone, fondling the Sam-napkin in in her palms
 “luckily for me, I've got myself a sweet guy who could, help a gal out.” She said with a wink and she raised her left arm to the -Chrlpfhth- -cClspfhts- creaking of lard soaked brushes. “My ass might have given you a weak showing, but I promise these pits can give you the all the stink a little horny boy craves,” she giggled. 
	-Cprlffjjlltshtwp- Sam's body mushed into Mai's skin, just at the outskirts of her pit, and already gumming into the coating of trapped funk, the sweat built in enough layers to become tactile against her skin and a breath of the brackish tang wafting from the fields above. Then, she began to drag him upward… 
	-Chrlrlpfffwrhrtlscht- Sam sloughed through the field of glistening armpit hair, each strand dipped in a balm of concentrated perspiration and pickled musk, -Chrlfvplwrstsh- the exuded sweat billowing onto his skin in piles of coagulated pit salve, each hair brushing off another streak of its grease onto his body. Sam's senses were dominated by the pungency of burnt butter radiating from the filth; the piquant malodour churned form raw sweat salted fat and let to gelate in the tepid caverns of Mai's shoulder cellar. -Schllfprhthgss-s -Chsrlrpths- she dragged him up and down, immersing the rippling Sam-rag in the tropical funk fermented by her body odour, scraping and swabbing up the stench to be incorporated into Sam's own body. 
	“Ammfs, ooh yeah geeze, that's rank, amfms. Can't say I remember when I washed them, my job's kinda a lounge around at home all damgm. Mmfs. Ooh, you are really getting to the depth of that pit, you perv,” she mused and -Schrllpfhthc- scrunched Sam up to bundle him in against the pit, moulding his frame into the cast of the reeking bush. -Chrrlpfhthtsts- then came the rest of her arm, smothering into his frame and pancaking him flat to her pit, making him the ham in her salty bicep sandwich. Concealing him to the crypt and -Chglrpghgs- -Cliffs- grinding her arm back and forth to wedge him through the damp depths. 
	“Fmmfs, so it is usually kinda mfms, embarrassing, but I figure, since you are such a degenerate yourself, It’s fms, fine. I mainly work on Purple door, you know? Been in the news a few times, mostly interact with my pledging fans and such. It used to be called the backdoor, heard of it?”
	Sam, lodged in the Mai's foul trenches, tumbling to and for, could barely make out what she was saying, let alone give a response, though the fact she worked as a private, mature stripper did match up with the check out. “mfmfsg, gmsfpsh-” 
	“It is a pretty chill job, I gotta be online a lot, but it’s more work than you think. It is comfy. “Mfmmfs, oPhooa, wonder how much my dirty lil' Mai-flowers back home would pay to get this close to worshipping my pits. Mgmms, really giving you the premium service here~” She said and -Clslpthhghs- clasped her arm taut to her side, -cslfpfsthst- smushing out droves of Sam through the front of her pit, -fslfpsprpsotsh- bubbles greased with the congealed body oils bubbling along with the droves of Sam-dough, his motions against her flesh squelching like smearing paté in rubber. 
	“Ehewhew~, that's so gross~” She snickered and tugged on Sam, reeling him out -Sflfpsthts- slathered of her pit and rolling him up like a loop of taffy -Sfdllsphts- smushing him between her palms as the last strip of him snapped out. Mai hoisting up her leg on the table, and pryed off her sock. -Csllfpths- it made a wet clap on the ground. 
	“How about a little pedicure?” She asked and -sflpfwrrhthcs- clapped Sam onto her sole, fondling the paste of his body flat and kneaded out along the length of her foot, -Cslflphhthtss- his form sprawling out and peeling back with filaments of solidifying body humidity. The sticky flesh oozing with a mellow odour encasing the distilled stench of her armpits, the musty funk you'd get form a hard day of labour, instead the festering tartness that incubated from spending days on end cocooned in a blanket. 
	“At first, I was so keen on my hygiene, I showered three times a day, but at one time during a back door stream, and had been off on vacation, I was complimented on how mfms, hot I looked all glistening. Phhfew, interacting on there's also really helped me appreciated how a sole can be, how's it up close? ‘Cuz you feel so cozy jammed under there.” She said and shovelled him up higher, -Cllspghhthths- compressing him in between her toes for buds of Sam-dough to swell up between them, displacing and streaking through the clotted grime and fabric dust -schflwlrprhfhshts- cluttering the feet. 
	“Things kinda escalated, and I got a lot more followers just you know, being me. Though you,” -Bhuragaarrrlsps- “wouldn't believe how tough it can be to find a guy wanting to indulge like this in real life, they'd think I' stink, mfms, whan you knwof, smmwmf,” she huffed out and smushed her foot to the table, swaying and gyrating it down to sculpt him under the drooling expanse of her sole, “That I am oozing with feminine musk.” 
	Sam's mind was spinning, senses assaulted and contained to soak in the stench of her sole as its filth siphoned into him. The imposing brine painting a vivid image of the communal scale bucket at a fish market. -Chvllrprrhthsc- vhfwltptlws- and Mai was massaging it into him, grinding her messy feet straight onto the dinner table, with raw glee reeking as potent as herself.


“Oh yikes, would you look at that, it is like a sauna down there.” Mai said, shimmying out of her underwear. -Sllpfth- Her dick settling onto the chair soft and laid slack over, cradled by her balls beneath it, plastered in droplets of sweat. “What do you think? T’is is not that bad, is it? Can my messy junk be saved by a handsome boy?” she asked, flattening Sam out between her palms as she lounged back in the chair, bringing him closer to her lap. “I know it is not as big as Miranda's. Then again, it must be a monolith from down there, a thick, lunking, pillar of musky, sexy meat,” she hummed as she brought him closer… -Schhrlrlrpthts- and swabbed him up around the base of her shaft, coating her dick with his body -slclpfhfhhths- gluing onto the meat by the outcroppings of sweat beads and cock salve festering along the length… A concentrated, virile stench smothering into him as she drew him up along the mast, kneading his shape down to wrap around taut to her skin. 
	“Mfmssofphoo, oh Sam that feels, smm, good. Really got a taste for cock funk, huh? Does it mfms, feel nice to just indulge when I brush you acrosmmmsff my dick… Pshee ok, w-wow h-have you been always mmfs this smooth?” she wondered, fingers prying into Sam's frame and drawing him back and forth along her cock, grinding him into the -Slgpthths- residue of brine and dried spunk wafting from the mast. He felt this form bend, sand stretch along a plumping sausage skin. “Mmfsfsfmmfs, oh y-yeah Damanf Sam. T-thought it was gonna be weird mfms, shove my dock into a bunch of dough fbustmmg… pfmhs…” Her sentence was muffled by a moan. Mai breathed in through her teeth as her grasp tightened -Slclpsthhts- squeezing Sam into the deposits of sweat along her throbbing, still growing erection.
	Sam was wrapped into an atmosphere of warm, full-bodied funk, the wafting odour from Mai's dick more like ground pepper marinated in rancid bacon grease, fatty, and imposing into his senses as the grasp of her palms tautened. 
	“Mfms… Oo-osh, shfms, ok. S-fms keep it up Sam, just a second.” Mai mumbled as she stumbled up from the chair, shuffling out of her panties down her ankles and teetering back to the living room, her fingers digging and plying into his body as she sat back in the couch, and fiddled with a memory stick in the remote. “Fms I think this warrants, fmms…, some fun to grease the wheels, won't put on any of mine, b-but I got some spicy stuff I was wanting to show you.” Mai mumbled as she fiddle with twitching fingers over the remote. 
	Down at her crotch Sam heard moans in stereos – Mai's huffs joined in by the Tv as she skipped ahead across bookmarks in the video. Judging by the amount of naked skin on display, it was clear to Sam, while awkward, searching a porno with a girl he had just met didn't put a dent into his mind compared to being -Slflpsghbthtsg- kneaded out like a sock along that same girl’s dick, slathered across to feel every -Stmmphdd- thump of her pulsing shaft as she pounded him down over it. 
	“Mfmfs Soos-h yeah… I donfmmf don't know when you are done, but I'm sorry if I can't mmgs a osh jea, if I can't hold myself…” She huffed, between frantic breaths, sloughing back, naked in the couch, her chest bouncing onto her belly as she played Sam along the length of her dick, whistling air through her teeth as the pliant Sam-dough smothered her shaft in an impromptu flesh pocket. 
	-Tltphsp- -Wptthsp- -Twpllgpss- Sam's mind laid in a mangle of motions and harsh, harsh grinds, and squeals of a sweat slathered manhood. Feeble squealss and pleads smothered in Mai's grasp and muffled against the dick's rustling girth. Powerless as the slob of a woman whacked herself off with him. -Csghpths- -Grsgpsghs- kneads of fingers fondling and plying into him against the dick with a sense of stability on one end and the brushing meat lathering him up with grease and trails of pre-cum slobbering up above. “Mfms soh yeha, Sam you give one heck of a bffmmlg... Blowjob, keep mfms, up you are getting mfms so plushaashfmmsw…” She panted out drawing him higher and higher with each jerk, clenching a bundle of him at the tip of her pillar like the wrapped end of a satchel, folds of his flesh spilling forth through her fingers in the pumping of her fist. 
	-Slflprhwhtowi- but then… on the way down, he went too far. -Sbbrlpghtsths- pressed into the head of her cock, with the foreskin steam-rolling over his frame, clasping him taut to the sensitive skin. 
	“Mfmpwgha sassa, you dirty bbsmtoh…” She hollered out above. He felt her body oscillating whilst clutching him taut around her cock, grabbing it with her other palm to keep pumping as she -scllphghjrwpthed- peeled him off of her base, rolling him up and smashing him into the confines of dank cock grease clinging under the hood of her mast. 
	“Mfmwaf you can reallmmfm fit in there too,” she huffed out. 
	-Sllpfhcbthtlpstsh- His body puttered as the girl plunged him deeper, folding and draining into the tip of her eager dick -Sfllpvrllpfthts- his form captivated as he was funnelled into the canal of contracted, firm flesh. A mist of raw, liquid lust caking onto every cent of his body as the heated, throbbing member -Sllgphgsshs- -Cvllpgwrrts- gulped and mashed him into a clump of flesh, festering and marinating into the broiling spunk fumes from her cum factory, – lodged in the chimneys. The sweltering heat seeping into him with every undulation of her flesh, the world muffled to a fog of groans and squeals beyond the veil of reality. 
	“Mmfm gmgpagh smagha-gmagha hammf... aaaa-.” 
	He heard her moans amplified, and the jerking tugs outside rousing… until -Vflfprplfshhts- the stream of Mai's fresh cream boiled up her shaft, scorching hot cum pummelling into his frame and bloating out the congestion caked around him… -Sllpfbflflpwthhts- 
	Sam ejected out of the cock head, drenched in dick slobber as spears of spunk erupted from the shaft. Mai's moans roared in the distance as she curdled up, clutching Sam over her dick as he -Slffwpthpthtshts- sprawled out, soaked in the creamy mire billowing out of her tip. His hearing plugged in with a cocktail of spunk and sweat as the dick that had belched him out leaked chunky, sticky nectar onto his thoroughly slathered frame. Still rattling every now and then, as Mai's breathing petered to a solo of coos. 
	“Mmfsapah… fmfs. Oh taffy that rocked so hard…,” she mumbled. Globules of her excitement congealed into droves of wax drooping along Sam and her, pooling over her crotch. 


~ 3 ~

 
“Ooofosh… yeah…, it was worth holding it for the weekend…” Yanamai shuddered, basking back in the couch with the accompaniment of a cycle of pornos playing in the background, lazily cuddling Sam against her cod, with her tongue swabbing up leaking streaks of drool down her neck. 
	“Phosa. hope yoo mfs, this is what it must be like, down there, huh? Geeze that is hot to just indulge.” -Pbfflrlprth- a putter of gas trickled out. Mai smacked her lips. “Mmfs… yeah… g-guess I'll get up. Just, hang around,” She said as she -slspftht- dumped Sam off onto the table, a smatter of spunk bolus, bean juices and dick sap smearing, connecting him to the polished wood. Whilst Mai lumbered off towards the bathroom. -Cllspthgs- a path of cum droplets falling in her wake. 
	Sam was afforded some peace, a pinch of tranquillity, though haunted by the tonic of tart and briny redolence cocooning his body. The mettle of the odour persistent, sautéed into his memory. This, was far from what he had hoped this trip would be, just, wishing for a moment to himself. Though he was at the mercy of Mai. He took a while to recover, gradually starting to expand and shift into a sense of normalcy. 


-Fhglrpglghs- -Fpflwpfhhsshts- A series of crashing waves sounded from the other end of the villa. Sam just barely getting his face together when he heard the weighty steps of Mai trekking back into the living room. 
	“Phrew… so, yikes, don't use the bathroom for a bit, I kinda, destroyed it. Well, ya know it’ll probably work but, geeze it is a ruin in there.” She said, then a light went on inside her, and she moisten her lips, cupping along her breasts as she sauntered up to the table… “That is just the power, of Mai's ass. It has already shown it can crush you, though for asmm, mm posterior connoisseur, it wants to do better.” She lounged over onto the table, plush breasts spilling out flat up towards Sam as she wiggled her rear. “And it is really warmed up back there now…” -Spfbflpwgrrlfpshghslt- a Splutter of a clay thick fart broiled out her rear, wiggling her cheeks as she sauntered up closer, and stared to pry her fingers under the flatted Sam-rag. “There weren't any toilet paper around, and it would be, shame to, sully,” she siad with a -swmwptch- smack to her rear, “my nice panties, wouldn't it?” 
	Sam panted, shaking and wriggling in her grasp. He'd put the toilet paper on the shelf above the door, she could jus-. 
	“And, I've heard form Obi, you make a fine pair of underwear.” 
	Oooh, that is not what he waned to hear. -Sghrpflsthhts-s Sam grew pale as she folded him over, twirling and flattening him into a round strap, connecting him together with warm, fumbling kneads of her thumbs. Mai kneaded and pulled on his frame, rolling out Sam to form the back of the underwear, his mangled face smoothed right into place, as he saw her wrap the other end of him into the pantys front. Once she got a basic shape down, she started to knead and smush him over her chest, filling him up with her tits to sculpt and mould him rounded and wide enough to fit her over her thighs. -Scfhvlpfpshts- 
	“Looking rad. You really feel too good not to wear, you feel lke… emmh… amm…” whilst plying and forming him together, sculpting him off of her breasts, her sultry attitude faltered for a moment. “Like… rubber if it was, made of cookie batter? Or, latex taffy, but, less insulating?” She hummed and pondered, pinching in a pattern along the beige pair of Sam-ties. “It feels like Sam, and I know my butt's going to love getting properly intimate with you, maybe even as much as you~,” she said and stepped through the holes. 
	-Clfllfch- Sam felt her knees grazed by him, and how his form was dragging along her broadening thighs, -Csllpsthts- scraping through clots of congealed sweat rubbing off onto him as she reeled him upwards. The funk of the spunk and grease coating him joined by an odour of pickled beans and mushroom pate as the Sam-ties were drawn up over her cheeks, and heard the -clslprshnck- crinkling smear of piping hot nougat sandwiched between her buns. 
	“Get fms, comfy, down there, and don't hold back, really, fmsm, get up my ass~” -Slflphthts- Mai said as she smushed the back of the Sam-ties into her cheeks, gyrating her hips into the stretching, doughy fabric as she jammed her fingers along the crack to guide him into her depths. 
	-Clfpshfshttpsts- Sam trawled straight into the patch of hot booty fudge, the smear piling up in viscous droves of mud across his skin, reeking of the putrefying surge nestled between those cheeks and tainting him with another layer of stench, one that stuffed up his nostrils with a sickly sweet vinegar. His body was -Slflpflsthts- wedged up through her cheeks to fold in with the building layers of greasy legs congealing together into a mortar that glued them together by numerous tethers of ass mucus -Sfhvrslfpsthhtsat-. 
	“Mfms awahas, phewww fmms, oh yearh, my other pair would have been,” -fbfhrprppfhfhshts- a bout of condoned, noxious vapours flushed through her rear, splitting along the bundled up wedge of the Sam-ties and lingering with a potent miasma of sickly flatulence, “ruined if I'd gotten back in them. You are welcome. Hope the mood was right by now, though I think we've been getting rather, intimate over the day.” Mai said and spun in place, jutting out her rear and jiggling it with the Sam-ties -Clspghg- -Crrlspghsgs- rattling along on her, rubbing along the back, letting her fingers roam to the front and give some massaging nudges to her shaft. “Oh, don't you tempt me.” She teased as -Cbvfllprrrwwbrrsths- another gust whistled free from her hind, shuffling along the kickstand with a crinkling -Slphggbtts- of chewing stale nougat as Mai waddled through the villa, taking slow, jostling steps that put a rustle through her cheeks -Sbfbwnngs- with each step. “I don't think I would need any toilet paper with you around. It'll go away with a bath right?” -cbbffflwpffths- -Fpspfbsbt-spfsbttlsp- a barrage of gas boiled out her pucker, saturating the air with the lingering stench of smoked olives. 
	“You know, I don't think about it a lot, but you being so comfy, I think you are the… hmmm,” she playfully patted her chin and juggled from side to the side with a -Sbfbrrlrprthts- pondering colour of bog breath burbling free. “Second, best pair of panties I've worn. But, don't be sad,” she said with a -Smmtch- swat at the back of the panties, hauling it up to -Clspghhtpghs- squeeze it in a touch deeper through the fields of her butt marsh, “then you've got something to strive towards, with a little bit of dedication, you could snag that number one spot.” She said with a snicker. 


“Huh… the sun's really down already? Gets real dark out here at night.” Mai mumbled as she peered out through the bedroom window, fanning away the smog from the burbles of -Sbfrlrps- -Flsrprlsths- -Llffpshthts- sneaking their way out her ass. “Glad to hear you two are talking, shame my butt's conversation topics are a bit, one note.” -Cppffbrhrfsths- She snickered and shuffled off with a hum in her tune, flicking off the switch lights in the house. 
	-Chflphths- -Vphllrrthwp- With each step Sam was trawled in and out through the mire clogged up at the depths of her crack, dipping into the buckskins and spreading his own ointment of sweat, and ageing filth accumulated throughout the day, the salty brine of her body odour crystallizing with the peppery funk of her dung to a reek that made a nest in his head. The hot confinement smelling like the inside of a wine bottle left to marinate in a landfill. -vllpfshhrrrwfbfhths- the gusts of air spiking the stink to an intoxicating extent – as if Mai's ass had distilled a swamp into alcohol, and left it to ripen in the dungeons. 
	-Cshghghsgs- the sparse light he could pick up was cloaked, and the bulk of her rear made itself known as she sloughed into bed, bundling up under the covers with a -Spghthhtsgs- squeal of contorting fluids working its way in the tangled Sam-ties. She scratched away at her front side bulge, -Slfpsths- a dripple of pre daubing into his frame. 
	“Gotta hold off on that challenge for today, though's gonna be fine. We've got the whole weekend to ourselves, just you, me, some gamings, mfms, some,” -Fpfpbbfpfwpth- the gas was left muted under the covers, but lingered to percolate in the insulating hull, “some sexy times. Oh, and we gotta go running again tomorrow, but bright and early. We haven't gone round the -mfmawaahaf- Hafamfwmfaw,” she yawned, and smacked her lips, worming down under the blanket. “The whole mountain yet, ammf, and then you'll get a chance to experience it smmf, from the hawmfs… rear views. Smm… sleep tight, Sam~. But, keep yourself a little loose, alright? Don't wanna pinch my guts too much, unless you wanna get gassed all night~” She yawned and hummed to herself, fading off into a slumber as Sam was kept awake by the silent peppering of -sffbsbt- -Frrlbbfrrth- the remnants of Mai's meals. Stewing in her fumes, Mai's promise loomed above, plaguing his hope as he snuggled up, smothered in between two plump, sexy girl buns.