As soon as she sneezed, her vision went dark and stayed that way. She also suddenly found it hard to breathe, with her face smashed up against something soft yet restrictive. On instinct, her hands shot up to her face, only for her to utter a muffled yelp when she found something that should not be there, and that something was decidedly NOT her face. Instead, her shaking hands had grabbed a good handful of her own vagina, her pinky unwittingly sliding in when she reached up. She pulled away, unable to believe what was happening, but soon found her hands drifting back when her vision stayed dark. Her hands clasped the sides of her cheeks and she began to feel. Another muffled yelp as her hands closed in on the sides of mound, pulling apart the lips and feeling the folds she knew all too well. She felt upward and even encountered the small tuft of hair she left when shaving. Even worse, when her hands traveled further upwards, she felt no eyes or nose, but a circular indentation and uneasy feeling of pressure as her fingers glided over her asshole, taking up the space between her eyes and just above her nose.
She let out a groan, and this time felt something odd, like a buzzing sensation from her groin. Without wasting a moment, Jen unzipped her pants, which let in some filtered light for her eyes. A second later, and she could see clearly again as her panties were flung off her hips and fell uselessly to the floor. Jen’s jaw dropped open, hitting the chair beneath her, as her hands felt the face residing in her crotch.