Megan tried not to move, knowing how precarious, and painful, her current situation was, the fabric stretched thin, tight in her butt and pussy. "Fuck!" She gasped again.
"Hang on," the woman below her called, and she once more felt the hands on her legs, as the woman moved against her, seemingly trying to positon Megan on her shoulders.
"I don't have much choice!" Megan gasped again, unable to believe she was in this situation with a total stranger. Or at least, she hoped it was a total stranger, the voice was slightly muffled coming up through the cieling.
As if on cue the sound of tearing material rang through the air. One moment Megan was suspended from the cieling, the next she was falling out of the cieling, and out of her T-Shirt still caught in the ceiling join, crashing into the woman below.
Positioning was everything. Trying to get Megan onto her shoulders for support, meant that now, with her underwear torn free, Megan's bare pussy was crashing into the woman's face. The shock of the movement caused the woman to stumble and they were both falling, the woman landing flat on her back, Megan crashing down hard on top of her, feeling the woman's nose pressed against her inner folds.
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