>>5964650You find a weapon almost immediately: Your hand!
In the process of discovering it, you discovered clenching your fist with her meat in it. The giggles coming from your mouth only make you sweeter, caramel. You dance for her like a drunk, triping and smiling, but before you know it she has tug you high enough for you to not feel the softness beneath you. It hurts a bit, even.
You resist the pain of your arm being tugged, desperation begins to drown your eyes. You clench your fist on her arm, but its futile.
The hog has lost any lady left in it.
trip trying to stand up on your weak chubby legs of baby.
