Manny's pleasant state was jostled from him when the chair began to move. He realized to late that his greeting might have been a little too subtle as he saw the titanic backside of his recent friend Lillith baring down on him. Before he knew it, the thin dark line that made up the crack of her ass had filled his vision. He put out his hands in a vain attempt to stop, but he had nothing near that kind of strength. He was engulfed in smooth, taut flesh and wedged in between her strong buttocks.<br/><br/>Her ass was a very different experience from her breasts. These cheeks were soft to a point, but  stuffed with muscle that made it firm and near impossible for Manny to move of his own accord. Manny knew that his prison was a sensitive area, there was little doubt the buxom lady of lust would feel him. But then he recalled the state of the chair he was on. The cushion was a ragged and tattered thing, much of it's stuffing was billowing out. It wasn't impossible that Lillith would mistake him for a piece of stuffing that went wafting up her crevice as she sat down. Manny had that same cottony feel to his fur that made him slip so pleasantly against the inner walls of cheek flesh.