Manny felt the cheek press and release him at odd intervals as Lillith put herself in motion. He thought he was being freed, but realized by the increasing tightness that he was actually being wedged further and further. There was then one huge jolt and the soft cheek flesh became plastered against him with such pressure he'd thought he'd be crushed, but then part of her cheeks gave and he was slipped into a less narrow, but still tight and confining.<br/><br/>Just then, a subtle sent wafted into Manny's nose. It was musky and somehow sickly sweet. I held some components of Lillith's sweat, but other things he couldn't claim to know until he felt the first touch of a small wrinkly surface barely touch his feet. His eyes shot open, and he made a vain attempt to move, but the mammoth ass cheeks still held him perfectly still in their possessive grip.