>>28348295Her giant breasts blocked out all possible light, and he struggled to breathe with the heavy orbs bearing down on him. Gladion struggled beneath her. What the hell was this? Was she going to inject him with some fucked up experimental drug they were testing? Was she just holding him down until security arrived? Whatever it was, he sure as hell didn’t want to find out. But with every motion, he simply jostled her giant tits around his head, making them bounce and shake. They were all around him, and all he could smell was the branch chief, her light perfume that reminded him slightly of his mom, and the scent of her sweat growing as she forced him down onto the couch.
Wicke’s curvy body was all over him, and as he tried to escape, it soon became all he could notice. His knee pressed between her legs. Her breathing in his ear, sounding almost as if this whole ordeal was arousing her. Her hand, sliding down his stomach and into his pants. When her soft hand wrapped around his cock, he froze. There was some part of his brain that tried to form a sentence, but all that came out was soft babbling, muffled by the comforting weight of her breasts. She stroked gently over his shaft, light caresses that aroused him in a way he hadn’t known before. “Shh. It’s okay. Don’t try to resist. It’s okay to give in to your desires.” Gladion wanted to struggle, he really did. He could practically hear Guzma in the back of his mind. “Kick that old hag off, and run!” He would say. But Guzma wasn’t here with this softly irresistible branch chief holding him down on a cock while stroking his cock.
