as the class ended the brazillian woman finally stood up off the mat, unfortunatly, you went along with her, the constant crushing, grinding and smearing had gotten you smooshed against the fibres of her yoga leggings. as the room came into view you saw Ashlie and Emma laughing to each other glancing over in the direction of the brazilian womans mat. as the woman began to leave, with you in tow, you sawe Emma walk towards the womans former mat and realised she hadnt noticed you wernt there. Emma's laughter stopped as she saw you were no longer on the mat, but the woman left the room before she could see what way she went.
jiggling along with her ass cheeks bouncing in their tight confines of the leggings, you struggled, trying to peel yourself from the fabric but it held on tight. you saw her walk into the locker room and had a bad image enter your head that she was about to change and head home with you engrained on her leggings. your world went black as she sat down on the bench, crushing you against the wood as she dropped her bag out her locker onto the bench next to her, completly unaware of the tiny woman she held captive on her ass.
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