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Everything is pitch black, yet Miss Vivian's voice cuts through the darkness, soft and commanding, as she coos, "Wake up, little man." Her voice is like velvet, gently coaxing me back to consciousness. Slowly, I pry my eyes open, blinking as the dim light reveals her form. Her fingers snap in front of me, a sharp sound that draws me fully awake. My face is nestled against her warm, soft cleavage as she reclines languidly on the couch. She inquires playfully if I enjoyed my "nice little nap" and teases, "How do you like the view upon waking?" Her voice wraps around me, teasing and tender.
Miss Vivian, in a gesture both gentle and assertive, guides my face into the softness of her cleavage, pressing lightly, as if inviting me into her world. The idea stems from me proclaiming her to be the most beautiful woman at the club, and now she desires proof of my admiration through the worship of her body. As she reclines on her side, she instructs me to trace a path with my lips, starting from her voluptuous breasts to the elegant curve of her neck, my eyes absorbing the perfection of her flawless skin. After each gentle press of my face against her, she gifts me with a kiss so encompassing it eclipses my sight, leaving me momentarily in darkness.
Her next command leads me downward to her legs. I trail kisses along the smooth expanse of her skin. She sits up, enveloping me between her powerful, bare thighs, the warmth and softness surrounding me like a cocoon. With a playful strength, she lifts me, performing several bicep curl crushes, reminiscent of the strength I admired in my Blondzilla custom. She presses my face against her firm, bare bicep, whispering that she can feel my enjoyment, the pleasure of being enveloped by her presence.
Returning to her cleavage, she nestles me between her breasts, allowing me to perch atop them, gazing up into her eyes. She envelops my face repeatedly in her softness, playfully smothering me, her laughter like a melody as she delights in watching me gasp for air. Each embrace is a dance of warmth and softness, leaving me breathless and enthralled.
The scene unfolds like a dream until the culmination, where she acknowledges my devotion, granting me the privilege of resting with the goddess herself. She guides me back to the couch, positioning herself above me, her majestic form casting a shadow. Her breasts hover tantalizingly close, allowing me glimpses of her smooth, radiant skin. She instructs me to rest, promising more adoration upon waking. Slowly, she lowers her cleavage onto my face, the world fading to darkness once more as her warmth surrounds me completely.
Keywords Miss Vivian, Media Impact, Shrinking, Cleavage, Hand Held, POV, Leapord Dress, Red Lips, Close Up
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