Reality steps in

The two stay there like that for what feels like an eternity, tenderly exploring each others' mouths as they cling together and grind their bodies against each other... until the wind howls again, shaking the tree and reminding the two of them they dangling in the air.

Each woman squeaks in fear, breaking the kiss and ending their embrace as they each tries to steady themselves.

The two avoid direct eye contact as they slide away from each other, both of them ignoring the scent of arousal hanging in the air, as well as the others' love juices now clinging to their dirty, naked bodies.

"C-can the tree support both of us?" Silvia finally asks as she sidles away from Hilda.

Her ample ass scratches the top layer of tree bark away as she moves. If either of them can see the snail-trail of arousal Silvia left as she scooted back, neither one is acknowledging it.

"I... I think so..." Hilda says as she sits up, straddling the thick wood with her fat thighs as she grips it with both hands, unintentionally and effortlessly smooshing her jiggly, natural breasts together in a lewd display that would make a practiced courtesan envious.

"I think we just need to reposition ourselves, in a way that redistributes our weight," she adds.

Silvia frowns, even as her heart starts pounding. "Redistribute how?"

Hilda bites her lip and shudders as the fire grows in her belly once again. "Well..."