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🕑 Added 2023-03-11 00:00:00 +0000 UTC I tried a lot of new stuff with this one to stretch my creative legs. New pencil, new filters, all kinds of stuff. ------------------------------ "Let me guess? You can't do a pull-up if your life depended on it, huh?" My legs quake beneath me as I continue to place more and more weight on them, compensating for the failing stamina of my arms. I showed weakness, my first mistake. Kat and I have gym class together, she watched me embarrass myself in front of the entire class as I struggled to do even a single pull-up. It's hard, okay! "Come now, just one teensy pull-up and you could climb right into my hand. At this rate... I dunno if you're gonna make it." Her feigned concern falls on deaf ears as I focus on not slipping. I promised myself I wouldn't look down, looking down is only gonna make it worse. I know what's down there. The fleshy chasm of Olivia's ass feels like it's reaching up to me, trying to pull me down. Kat had taken it on herself to pull the girl's skirt open to torment me. Showing me exactly where I'd end up should my arms give out. I grit my teeth, summoning all the strength I have left. I'll show her that I'm not as weak as she thinks. With a roar, I pull myself up, feeling the burn in my arms as I strain to do the pull-up. And then, exactly what I feared would happen, happens. My hand slips, I see Kat's thumb, which I'd previously been holding onto get further away. I feel myself falling, falling backwards, landing on the base of Olivia's spine. Her caramel cheeks forming the entrance to the last slide I ever wanted to take. I can feel my body sliding down the crevice of her ass. I try to scream, but my mouth is quickly full of the fabric of her panties. As I slide further down, I hear the muffled laughter of my tormentors. I can feel Kat's eyes on me, watching as I slide down the crack of Olivia's ass. I try to grab onto something, anything, to stop myself from sliding further down. But there's nothing there, only smooth skin and a mixture of sweat and coconut oil. Finally, I come to a stop at the bottom. My face is pressed against the fabric of Olivia's panties, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body. I try to crawl out, but my hands slip on the damp and smooth fabric. Suddenly, I hear Olivia's voice above me. "Really, she couldn't even do one pull-up?" The waistband of the skirt and panties snaps shut, sealing me in this humid prison. "Not even one. Well, birds yours for the day. Just let her out before you go home. I gotta get to class." ------------------------------ All characters belong to me. Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!![[My Art] Unfiltered](https://img10.leaqio.com/storage/8/um/tk/9e04c0-019e8ee9-b99f-7422-a5ce-4f46409245c1.png)
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