....yyyeesssss....... send her off to dreamland....

You bite your bottom lip, hesitate for a second, and then, without a word, you tightly squeeze the fronts of her oiled tits in your hands, with all of your might. "Ohhh...." Is the only sound in the room, as Gold Rush's last hushed sigh escapes her mouth breathily as she instantly passes out in your arms, all thanks to that simple crushing motion of your hands.

There's no grandiose moment, no fighting back, no challenge. No rivalry. She's just barely hanging onto consciousness one moment, and the next, you've put her ass out like a light. Your hands have wrung out the last little scrap of energy from her bouncy boobs, just like that.

Your heart is totally hammering in your chest as you take in the moment, and it's only after many quick, rushing breaths that you realise you're still squeezing her fat tits with your hands, forcing her even deeper into her slumber.

You take both of your hands away at last, and let her limp body slide the rest of the way down yours, totally out of it. You watch her fall without moving, watching as her body slowly sinks down between your legs. At one point her dangling arms get caught on your knees, but you brush them off and let them fall onto the floor at her sides. She finally comes to rest, the back of her head leaning gently against you to apply some light pressure to your pulsing spot.

Her beautiful orange hair is splayed out all over your bottom half, and her lazy passed-out expression is totally exhilarating to see. The way her plush, full lips are parted from her last submissive gasp. The shimmer coming off of her shining mounds, completely drenched in the oil that was meant to help her. Meant to save her from exactly this.

You did this.... you put this great warrior to sleep with her tits.... and now you could do anything you wanted to her. You could suck her. You could FUCK her. You could parade her nude, **** body around, and she couldn't stop you. She wouldn't even know what was happening. She's entirely out of it.

The thought alone gets you almost excited enough to start cumming on the back of her sleepy head right away, just from the reality setting in and the light pressure her head provides.

You reach down her fit, pacified body with one arm again to take hold of a tit and give it a gentle, passive squeeze, almost testingly. What will happen? Will she be able to do something? There's no response from her, except that you think her face looks a little bit dopier. More dozy and stupid.... laughable, even. Pathetic and sad. THIS is the real Gold Rush? What did you ever admire her for, again?

The silence and indignity of the undramatic, almost trivial moment is broken. Broken to be replaced by a slightly noisy moment of undramatic and trivial indignity. The noise in question is a deep rumbling, which at first you can't recognise. Once you do recognise it, you can't believe it -- it's.... snoring. The put-down Gold Rush is snoring mindlessly in deep rumbles.

It sounds almost like she's purring, and the vibrations being sent up your arm from her softened, beaten chest are just.... exciting like nothing else. Your pussy gets even wetter, and your heart beats even faster. You've never felt anything like this. She's really totally out of it, and under your control.

The deep sounds of Gold Rush's snoring head resting between your thighs continues, and for every second it goes on, you just feel better and better. It's like something's been awakened in you. You just want to live in this moment forever. You just want to do this to her again, and again, and again. You want her to know it's happening to her, and still not be able to stop you, for all the laughable struggles she’d put up.

She’ll sleep at your command. She’ll be awake by your mercy. At a moment's thought, you could send her off for hours without even needing to try. Like flicking a light switch. With just your grip, you can topple her, and you want her to know it. You want her to FEAR it. You want her to try to hide whenever she sees you, but you’ll always find her, and you’ll always softly coax her back to dreaming with just some basic groping, and a quiet nibbling of her ear from behind as you wear down her breasts with your hands.

If she can't handle it when Debbie fondles her, then maybe she shouldn't have made it so easy!

Her snoring continues, and the hand you have on her rumbling tit instinctively tightens as your whole body tenses up. This is great. This is just.... great!!