You let out a deflated grunt as Sharren sleepily rolls around with you, treating you like a human teddy bear (though she’s far more bear-sized than you are…). Before you know it, you’re plucked from between her breasts and laying flat on your back, but you dont feel anymore free in the slightest.
This time, Sharren lays on her side next to you, clutching you to her while her sweaty and overwhelmingly plump body spills over your skinny form. Her overbearing bosom rests atop most of your upper body while invading your headspace with ease, giving you little room to see–let alone breathe–as those round masses threaten to smother you again should Sharren shift upwards ever so slightly. Meanwhile, her tree trunk-like thighs have clamped themselves around your lower body, trapping your toothpick legs between them while your crotch is fully encased in their fleshy vice. This is when you realize that you’ve been stripped naked too, as your bare manhood feels the sensation of a smooth, meaty thigh pressing against it, and you start to get hard as a result. It may not be a typical sleeper hold, but this 'sleeping' hold Sharren unwittingly put you in is still more than effective enough to restrict blood to your brain, by arousing you enough that it all goes to your ‘other’ head instead. “Penguins are the best marsupials, zzzzz.”
You feel your mind grow foggy as Sharren squeezes and grinds against you, and it’s getting impossible not to get entranced by her soft body once more, especially now that the air around her has gotten thick with her sweaty, heady scent. As you quickly grow to full mast, you’re embarrassed that a part of you is getting increasingly more concerned about hopefully getting ‘a release’ from Sharren again rather than actually getting released. Before your logic and reasoning can remind you how urgent it is to escape, Sharren rolls around again, listlessly dragging you deeper into the haze of lust you’re trapped in.
Before you know it, your head is once more trapped between the Sleepy Lamb’s slick, naked breasts. This time she lies on her back with you on top, and you’re facing away from her, getting more dizzy by the second from all the sweaty Sharren pheromones you’re inhaling from between her breasts. Your lower body is still restricted by Sharren’s, her legs crossing over yours, but now your trembling cock is free and unobstructed, no longer flattened beneath a heavy thigh. However, just like during your match against her, Sharren’s got your cock throbbing like crazy as you moan against her, all thanks to the intoxicatingly soft pressure enveloping your head, but this time she’s not even awake to enjoy it. She’s literally dominating you in her sleep!
Scratch that, she does seem to be enjoying herself, at least in her dreams. In the midst of your boob-drunk haze, you hear Sharren giggling to herself due to a nice dream she’s having. “Aww, you’re my biggest fan? How cute,” she mutters. “You deserve a reward. Come here and give me a big hug, little lamb…And SQUEEEEEEEZE.” Suddenly, Sharren sleepily takes both hands and squeezes her breasts with them, subjecting you to soft and smothering pressure even more intense than what you felt during the match. It hurts, but it hurts so good, driving your horny mind wild as Sharren’s soft, dripping body fries all your senses again.
“You want more hugs? Sure, little lamb. Anything for my biggest fan. Squeeze…SquEEZE…SQUEEEEEEEEEEEZE. Sharren does this ‘hug’ repeatedly, making your cock throb and leak more precum each time. The lack of oxygen mixed with the constant overstimulation has sent you into another sleepy-horny state, all thanks to a girl who’s a rowdy sleeper. Sharren gives one more big SQUEEEZE, and you can't take it anymore. Your body writhes in pleasure as Sharren makes you cum profusely once more. As you ride the wave of another powerful climax, she gently snores while keeping her hands firmly on her breasts, as if instinctively trying to maintain as much pleasurable pressure on you with her bosom to milk you of every last drop.
When your orgasm finally dies down, as if on cue, Sharren rolls over onto her front, and you’re faced with a familiar situation: fully spent and pinned beneath the Sleepy Lamb and her udders as you drift into unconsciousness.
Maybe you’ll have better luck when you wake up next time.
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