It's a promising start....

You gently rub the oiled-up heels of your hands in circles over Gold Rush's boobs, having already glided your palms all over them to get the initial lather applied. You’re careful not to put too much pressure into your hands, but it's not breeze-delicate either, and she's still awake. That's progress, you think! Even though it's hard to know for sure if breezes onto her bare boobs were enough to knock her out before, as an estimate it's probably not far off.

The vaguely-increased intensity of the oil massage makes Gold Rush yawn, and tiredly smack her lips together as she shifts slightly downward in your lap. Her eyelids are starting to grow heavy, and they flutter as she fights to keep them open.

"thank you so much, Debbie...." She says, dreamily and breathily, sounding like she's gone a little bit loopy and delirious from it already. "me n' my big sleepy boobs owe you big time for this...."

Her body slackens in your hold, almost leaning back against you as your arms remain wrapped around her fit body with your hands clamped onto the front of her bare chest. Pretty soon, you're basically having to hold her up by the tits to keep her body from limply sliding down your front on its own. Even though you try to hold her steady, it's not long until you’re not having to reach up quite so far to get your oiled hands to her slippery tits.

N-not good! She's definitely getting sleepy now, with you rubbing the oils deeper into her generous chest. You briefly stop the action with one hand to grab the bottle, and pour out all of its remaining contents globbily over her front, which makes her sigh out pleasantly. You bring your hand back quickly at first in panic, and just barely stop yourself just short of slapping the front of her boob like a big off-button. With a deep breath, you calm yourself, and get back to massaging her gently again. Her firm breasts make way for your fingers to sink into them just slightly with each step of the massage.

The oil's definitely not short of skin contact with her, but still.... h-how long is it going to take to make her all better? It feels like your hands are just massaging all of the energy out of her body.... milking her dry of it.... draining her.....

Gold Rush lets out a low moan through her hanging-open jaw, her eyes now closed and her head lolling off towards one shoulder.

"Shhh.... j-just don't worry, it's almost done...." You try to reassure her. All you get in response is a deep, tired sigh. You can feel her slicked chest moving in your hands with the heavy breath, the mounds rising and falling in your palms, ending with Gold Rush shuddering against you submissively.

You feel your heart skip a beat, and you inhale sharply as she slides even further down along your body. The oil's got almost her entire top half glistening now -- not just her prized tits, which are of course the focus, but excess oil has found itself on her tight, lean shoulders, and rolling down over her toned midsection..... as she slides back against you, downwards and closer to the floor, a thick translucent glob of oil that was stuck on top of her tit shifts, and starts slowly rolling its way between her cleavage and towards her belly button.

She's so wide open and **** right now.... and her chest is so warm and slick in your hands....

All it would take.... is one TIGHT squeeze of your fingers.... and you could put her out. You could do it. Debbie could personally be responsible for the great Gold Rush's naptime. Her babysitter. Her overseer. Her executioner. And she's so far gone, she might not even remember it afterwards if you were to send her away to the land of sleep with a simple, short, slow compression of her hefty mountains.

You already feel so powerful, having her like this.... just a heavy grip with the handful you've got, and you'd put her to sleep easily. No question. You'd be the winner, and she'd be yours to grope. She might not even come to for days, with how close to the edge you've worked her up to being.

So... should you? If you do take her out of it like that, you'll feel so strong, and you'd probably be able to do anything you wanted with her. B-besides, knocking out your hero one-on-one like that would be a real rush...

So then, is that it? Do you try find out if a bit of pressure and an oil massage is really all it takes for Debbie to totally defeat the invincible Gold Rush?

You bite your bottom lip and subconsciously work her breasts just a bit harder as you consider, forcing some more quiet moans and mewls from her hanging-open mouth with your eager fondling. You have your hero in a really precarious situation at the moment....

By now, her eyelids have fallen shut under their own weight and her head is fully rolled to the side. Thanks to your extra effort in the massages of her slippery tits, she's also slid ALL the way down your front, to where her bum's resting on the floor between your legs and her head's leaning back against your own tits. You're actually reaching downwards as you rub and massage the oil in harder. Her tits are completely slick with the massage oil already.

She's totally at your mercy.... under your power.... y-you've almost overcome her already without even trying. S-so.... do you finish her off?