Sunbathing.

Still, Jen managed to calm herself down. Perhaps she deserved some more rest and definitely some sun. It was pretty transparent that this beach was not real, but to the girl wearing an impossible outfit in an impossible mall, it might have been.

The sand was firm, allowing her ballet boots to not sink in it completely and let her approach the mat. Getting a tan through a dress, even so thin and airy, was probably not realistic, but still, Jen applied the sun lotion on every part of her skin that was still open. There was no usual sunscreen scent, in fact, a subtle hint of coconut was all there was to smell.

The girl proceeded to pick up the mat and dicovered that it was very tiny and most certainly would not fit her. She threw it back and made a few wobbly steps towards the water before intentionally collapsing onto the sand.

As Jen was sunbathing, the sun was getting gradually warmer, warming up the sand around her as well. When she tried to roll onto her back, she found herself unable to do that. With all of the **** she had, she managed to pop her head out of the sand and noticed that she was sinking in at a moderately quick rate!

"...wowsies?!" — she was trying her best to break free, but had no further success.

"You're not having regrets, are you? Look at you, beautiful! Having this as your final outfit, having the day before like yours... You had a great run."

Jen helplessly watched as her ballet boots became the first to sink into the sand completely. Her crotch with a dildo sealed in was next. The signals were mixed. She was supposed to be afraid of what was coming, but the good memories were flooding her brain as a counterweight. The pressure was building up down there, and soon she was feeling the dildo being pushed deeper into her by the sand itself. The sun kept heating up the sand, apparently accelerating the process.

Jen snapped out of her focus on her pussy right before her face was the last to go down under. Suddenly, she felt the sunscreen melt down to cover her nose and mouth, like a film. Expecting to have a big last inhale, she panicked hard. For several seconds, she was suffocating while the sand closed up over her, leaving the open lotion bottle as the only clue that someone was there.

Then the girl felt something hard pushing over her face. It sucked in the film and allowed her to breath through her nose and mouth, and she did precisely that with great greed. This mask also covered her eyes, but did not allow to see through. Not that there was a lot to see.

After calming down, she started to get used to the new sensations. The sunscreen film was still over her ears to keep the sand out, and that was probably its main purpose all along. The sand around her pressured her evenly and strongly, not allowing any movement. The girl tried conracting all of her muscles, but when she got to her crotch muscles, she felt the dildo move inside, cracking a firework in her system.

Surely, when pressed, there was no other direction than deeper into the vagina! All the sensory deprivation and the body awareness due to pressure amplified the pleasure, so she kept struggling with her hips. When she could hear her moaning into the mask very distantly, it was too much and she came where she was, finally discovering that she still had her one way of having fun in the tightest circumstances possible.

ENDING #52