“Hmm, what is that?” Annas hand rushes down her panties to caress her pussy. She presses her fingers into the soft flesh, with a movement that would easily erase you and any insignificant effort youve made to get her attention – you are merely an unidentified itch that needs scratched.

You continue the perilous climb, as Anna reclines on the couch – scrolling through her phone as she teases her nipple. You take your chance, advancing up her belly and between her perky breasts. The gorgeous brunette casually scrolls through her Instagram, still oblivious to your presence – and to your entire existence.

She presses her cleavage together, unknowingly smothering you between them. Below the impossibly big mountain of a woman, you hear the ominous rumble of her stomach.

You continue up – making it to her shoulder. You shout at her ear with all your strength, hoping she hears you...