Yasmine takes you to your room

Very carefully, as if handling a delicate prize, Yasmine had lowered you onto her chest and left you were laying atop her cleavage and looking up towards her pretty face. You felt her warm skin grazing your back and arms, and blushed as you realized your cock was sticking right into the air for her to see, thanks to her incessant teasing. The coy smile on Yasmine's red lips told you that she was happy with your "display," as her eyes flicked across your naked body. Yasmine caught your slightly uneasy expression, "Don't worry, it will only be a short walk to your room! Especially with these long legs of mine, hmhmm!" Yasmine casually bowed to run a hand across her own thigh, sensually titillating herself in front of you. As she leaned down, you slid and then swung away from her chest, before dangling in the air adjacent to her gigantic, hanging breasts.

You tried to dissuade her from taking you along, at least like this, "Really, Yasmine, you don't, um, have to do this for me." As the small pendant you were tied to spun on its loose gold chain, you slowly turned until you were face-to-face with Yasmine's soft, deep cleavage, which made it harder for you to come up with more excuses as you were **** to stare directly into this girl's bosom. Down below, all you could see was Yasmine's long, muscular legs, which she was happily displaying for you. You stammered on, still not sure how to feel about being 'worn' like this, even by a girl so astoundingly beautiful as Yasmine, "I can... get there myself, you know."

From behind, you heard Veronica counter, "Are you certain? I thought you said you didn't know where your room even was..." Grasping the gold chain you were tied to, Veronica lifted you into the air, but kept you facing her beautiful friend, who was still playfully squeezing and pinching her legs for you to see.

With a gentle pull on the necklace, Veronica signaled Yasmine to stand up, as you tried to rebuke, "I can find it no problem, I just really need to get to my antidote, uh, is all."

As she suspended you in the air with two fingers, Veronica insisted, "Well perfect, then! Yasmine already knows where your room is, and her long legs and swaying hips will get you there faster than you ever could on your own. And how could you object to an escort like Yasmine?" Yasmine flashed you a heart melting smile when her name was mentioned. Having said her piece, Veronica let you slip from her fingers. You gasped as you began freefalling, before the gold chain became taut and swung you directly down towards Yasmine's chest. In an instant you found yourself wedged face-first into her warm cleavage, with the heavy (at your size) gold pendant slamming into your back and driving your whole torso further in. Yasmine smirked as she watched you practically nose dive between her breasts only to let out a tiny Mmf! of surprise, but she didn't say anything herself. She just watched in amusement as your body jiggled to a stop, sandwiched between each of her sizeable tits, as she felt your cock pressing against her once again.

Veronica smiled, happy to see you getting some more time with her cutest friend, "So, Yaz, if you're all set to take our good friend to his precious antidote... I'll be off. Ta-taa, my little love birds!" With a wave and a grin, Veronica headed away, satisfied that she had done her part to enrich the lives of both you and Yasmine.

Yasmine, who had originally wanted to make sure she could watch you staring at her as she walked to your room, considered pulling you free. She always loved to catch you ogling her, since it was so easy for her to get your attention, but somehow this was just as fun... in fact, as Yasmine took a step forward and felt your entire body becoming tightly squished between her swaying breasts, she had to admit that this might have been an even better position for you. As she began taking long strides towards the other end of the building, Yasmine found it very difficult to tear her eyes away from her own cleavage. She was entranced by the sight of her necklace (and you) nearly disappearing every time her breasts swung and slammed together, bouncing heavily as she walked. She could see (and feel) your hands pushing against her skin as you tried to turn yourself over, but her pendant was practically crushing you face-down into her creamy cleavage. Better yet, she could feel your cock being unstoppably rubbed back and forth between her breasts, which was making her more and more excited with every jiggly step she took.

While she could have made it to your room in less than five minutes, Yasmine felt like taking her time, so she meandered her way around the halls, taking more turns than absolutely necessary. She wanted some extra time to watch you swaying back and forth with her cleavage. Plus, she got the feeling that you'd be a little disappointed if the trip was over that quickly, since she could feel your erection poking into her every time she jiggled a little too much. Obviously you were enjoying the ride, even if you were a bit too stubborn or proud to admit it. Yasmine smirked as she wondered if you'd blow your load before she made it to your room, and whether you'd finally admit to enjoying everything she had put you through if that happened. Just because she found that idea so enthralling, Yasmine added a little extra bounce in her step, and smirked when she heard you grunting as her perky breasts slammed against you from either side again, pinching your cock between them in the process.

Finally arriving at the door to your changing room, Yasmine thought of a fun way to end the trip. Pretending the handle wouldn't open, Yasmine pouted, "I think the door's stuck..." before she leaned in to give it a light push, bumping her round chest against the hard wood door. Pretending not to notice that your whole body was being sandwiched by her breasts, Yasmine spoke mild concern, "Hang on, I just need to push a liiiittle harder..." The towering girl put more of her weight against the door, and tried to hide her giggling as she felt your erection being tightly compacted between her breasts, while you wiggled and tried to get her attention. After a minute or so of pushing against the "locked" door, Yasmine turned the handled and stepped inside, cheering "There, got it!"