Moist ButtCheeks

I panted as I grabbed my buttcheeks and slammed them hard together. Grunting with excruciating pain, I pulled the flaps further away from each other. The cheeks kept getting sweatier and sweatier, until I had decided to let go of them. It felt good the way it slammed together even harder than before. I slowly put my hand on my sweaty buttcheek, and felt how moist and soggy and warm and soft it was. I blushed so hard that when I looked into a mirror my face was as red as a chili pepper. I then did the unthinkable. I grabbed my cheeks and pulled them EVEN FURTHER, THAT IT WAS NOT EVEN PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO HAVE THEM APART LIKE THAT. When I let go of them, it was biggest mistake of my life. When they slammed together, I was warped into another dimension and was killed instantly. Take this as a warning... for you may be next.