Faith 3: Sophie goes on a very personal collision course towards Mia's room

Faith’s paper covered Sophie’s rock, then they both prepared to leap into action. Faith counted them down and they left the suitcase bunker behind.

Faith made the short jaunt to Lucy’s revolving ass in the middle of the room while Sophie rushed into the hallway with a pang of jealousy.

Meanwhile, Mia was panicking in her room. She was snatching articles of clothing out of the air like one of those casino games with the booth full of money.

Unfortunately, there was much more than a few dozen dollars on the line right now. Hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars of clothes were being stolen from her by an evil wind invoked by a magic board game. Mia needed to act fast if she wanted to keep her wardrobe even partially intact.

And worst of all: Mia hadn’t changed yet! If the game stole all of her clothes, she’d be stuck in her tattered tank top and assless short shorts for the time being!

Mia managed to gather up a few shirts, a jacket, a couple pairs of pants, several socks, and an errant pillowcase. She was bear hugging a pile of clothes large enough to fill a laundry basket. It covered her vision, so she sidled against a wall until she found her door.

Wanting to hide her winnings somewhere the tornado of clothes couldn’t take them, she blindly rushed out her bedroom door in search of shelter.

BOOF!

Sophie rounded the corner into the door right as a pile-of-clothing-shaped monster with Mia’s legs barreled into her at high speed. Clothes were launched in all directions and carried away by the wind. Sophie was taken off her feet as Mia full body checked her. They both fell to the floor with Mia on top.

Sophie had been holding her gravitationally-challenged pants up as she approached. The collision kicked her feet into the air, hard. Another pair of pants took that opportunity to fly right off of her legs and down the hall out of sight.

Sophie landed on her back. Mia landed on her knees, straddling Sophie’s midriff and locking Sophie’s arms at her sides.

Mia only held onto a single sock in each hand. She wanted to get up and retrieve more clothes, but before they could move, the clothes came to her.

Large clumps of clothes blew by, crashing into the back of Mia’s head. Her entire wardrobe flew through the hallway, one laundry load at a time.

Mia couldn’t escape the thrashing. She just braced herself and got clobbered over and over as the tornado washed over them. Each cluster of clothes knocked her down, mashing her copious cleavage right into Sophie’s face. Now on her hands and knees, Mia’s large breasts were hanging down and doing their best to escape her heart-shaped cleavage window of her tank top.

Thwump! The sound of clothes clobbering Mia.

Plop! The sound of boobs smothering Sophie.

Thwump! Plop! Thwump! Plop! Thwump! Plop!

They both thought the torment would never end. Sophie’s near-suffocation and Mia’s fabric **** continued for over a minute while every last piece of clothing left the blonde’s room to join a greater cloth tornado in the living room.

Sophie’s arms were pinned under Mia’s legs, so all she could do was ride out the storm. She came up for a breath every chance she could, gasping like a free diver drowning during a Guinness World Record boobdiving attempt. Between those moments of safe breathing, all attempts at acquiring oxygen just resulted in what was essentially a deep motorboat into the cleft of Mia’s heart-shaped cookie cutter cleavage. Sophie’s glasses weren’t broken nor hurting her, but she was rendered essentially blind as they fogged up with the slightly sweaty boobs mashing into them over and over.

While those two endured the weather, the other two had problems of their own.