Alison quickly plucks you off Felecia's palm. "WE ARE NOT GOING TO HURT HIM!" Felecia scoffs and storms out of the room. Alison looks down at you and smiles, soon you're being tucked comfortably in Alison's cleavage. "Sorry, i don't have any pockets little guy, but you'll be safe down there" you nod, hell like you're gonna object to being in between the biggest boobs you'll ever see. Alison walks out of the bathroom, you remain snug in her shirt for the rest of the day. And Alison brings you home. By the time she's home, Alison walks to her room, she's almost forgotten you are in her cleavage, and she starts to undress.
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