Into Your Breasts

She screams into your breasts, and yet only you can hear her, or more accurately, feel her. She gasps desperately for air, choking on the absence of it – her eyes welling with tears that taste of fear and desperation. You can tell, in the weakness of her struggles, that she is now only prey – only your plaything. And so you let her breathe, though only for a single moment, before you bury her in your tits again, plunging her back into despair and suffocation.

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