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His tiny ant form fit snugly between her massive melons, like a child curled in the lap of a goddess.
And in his hand still gripping with guilty affection on her melons stamp. His mouth went dry. His heart skipped. His body burned.
"This isn't happening," he thought, even as his fingers squeezed the pink bud again, sending another jolt down his back.
"Why is she here? Why am I here? Did she… bring me here?"
He tried to sit up, but the motion caused his throbbing lower half to brush against the inner curve of her melons. A soft moan escaped him, unbidden, almost like a whimper.
He wasn't just aroused. He was entranced. Her warmth surrounded him like a blanket of lust, making it impossible to move, impossible to think straight.
"Why didn't she sleep next to me? Did she rescue me? Is she really sleeping… or pretending to sleep?"
His eyes roamed her face. Her lips were parted slightly, her cheeks flushed. Her breath hitched once.
"No… she's not fully asleep."
