Tossing and turning, Nectar wakes from her distraught slumber , glaring drowsily at her alarm clock flashing 3:08 AM repeatedly. Soaked in sweat from head to her chubby puckered end, she blows a sigh upwards as a strand of wet hair flutters upwards. "Welp...that's the 3rd time this night.." she idly comments with a frumpy look to her face , as she looks down at her body.  The unbound amount of pent up , heated tension generated all throughout her previous workshift was enough to constantly keep her endowments in sexual flux . So intense was this pervading perverted lust, that it's left her constantly yanked out of her dreams  and left staring at her juicy , trembling physique . A sticky, syrupy film of own congealed perspiration coats her body in quite the viscous fashion, ever single pore present upon her juicy, squeezable mounds of pillowy grubber blubber unable to stop emitting her uncontrollably sweat. Acting doubly as both a lubricant *and* a polish, it keeps her body perpetually moist and pudding soft, giving off a lustrous shine even with nothing but the lamplight reflecting off of its surface.  The smell of her aching figure is enough to get Nectar feeling lightheaded, to say the least. Visible , *actual* steam rises from her body ,  with numerous pockets of sweat built up and boiled against her insanely overheated flab, erupting in small jets  of wafty reek  slipping from every crease and nook present upon her figure.  While she shudders a bit at how her body is able to become this musky after such a short period of time (her last bath was before she originally wet to bed even) Nectar herself recognizes that any attempt to rest with her body in this state, is completely fruitless.  Half lidded expression sighing , she rolls her eyes , muttering under her breath "augh, c'mere you"  as she gives into  her body's needy urges. Shifting her weight, she grunts several times as she hoists her abdomen up , slowly curling her rear upwards as she lays cleanly on her back. Given how large and heavy her figure was down there, she pants harshly at moving her fat grubby butt around, breathing quite hard as she finally HEAVES her ass upwards. With a momentous *SQUELSH* , Nectar's backside rises and collapses upon her chest, knocking the air right out of her lungs with a quick "uhhf.."  as her cunt then trickles its juice all over her bare breasts.  It takes Nectar several minutes before she regains her composure, quite a hard task given the air she's rapidly inhaling is quite tainted by her prominent donut. Up close and propped up against her chest, that sizable, oily anal crater quakes . It clenches and flexes repeatedly thanks to Nectar's raised libido, almost moving all on its own accord as she stares into the hot , ripe center. The air distorts around her heated ring, drawing Nectar's enraptured, exasperated expression ever closer as drool trickles down the sides of her lips.  There's no way for her to resist it now, she wants...she NEED to feel her asshole. To have it in her grasp and give it as much love as she can muster. Gulping, and cheeks burning red, nectar huffs her own musky essence, growing ever more amorous (and closer) to her rear, as her fingers then push and squeeze into the buttery surface of her hole. Her donut winces backwards like a slug thats been scared back into its shell  at this, tensed up a bit as her fingertips dig sharply into her massive amount of meaty asshole. With so much of her pucker in palm , she smoothly glides her face into the wet, damp center, allowing her own greasy asshole, in all of its damp, fetid glory, to suckle at the sides of her cheeks. It splaps and smacks at her, a soothing, almost autonomous feeling that she just cant get enough of, face obscured by her own asshole as she allows herself to glide down her own oozing rear. . . More so than she would like too.  
For with the amount of sweat shes soaked in
 
And with the way in which she smooshes and grips at her own ring ,
 
Nectar ends up sliding not only her face and head....but her entire upper human body, straight up her own ass. A resounding, echoing **sCHLLPPRPRPRPPRPRPRPPP!!!!** bounces off the walls of the room as nectar's vision goes dark. She's left feeling a strange, fluttery feeling, butterflies in her stomach as she's left enclosed by that tight, sodden wet , encompassing cavern of cushy anal blubber. "A-aahh...o-ohh god..." is all that can escape her lips as shes squeezed, caressed , and COMPRESSED at all sides by her taught anal walls, hot slimey trapped ass sweat and her own bug fragrance surrounding her  at all sides, basking her in the gaseous, slimy cloud of her own perfume.
 
While any normal person would pass out or worse in this fleshy tomb...Nectar's truest , most lewdest self comes out at this time, happily squirming herself about and physically grinding her palms against the sides of her own ass, as she smooches and takes in large mouthfuls of her own damp, dark puckerwalls...to suckle on lovingly .  Her pussy practically SPRAYS out femcum at this point, a waterfall of her cuntjuice pouring down her backside while she acts like her own vibrator. She pushes and slides herself around inside of her own flatuent booty for what seems like ages, only ever deciding to slip out when the intoxicating aroma of her own fumes finally gets her on the verge of passing out. The sweaty seal at her belly blubber finally parting, hot jets of hissing steamy ass vapors flow out around her....as Nectar, essentially (and unceremoniously) 'dumps' herself out. She schlrps off from her rear quite slow too, body weakly resuming its normal posture as she finally slides out..caked and covered in slime, yet with ahegao expression offering clear evidence that she loved it. At last, sleep would greet her, butthole and pussy finally having orgasmed at least a several dozen times each, and with a proverbial mound of her own jellylike excretions having built up beneath her booty from the entire depraved ordeal.