Felicia grabbed Greg by the shoulder with her left arm, shocking him.
"Miss Felicia? What are-"
Not even letting him even finish his sentence, Felicia pulled Greg with surprising strength for a monarch into her wreaking ball sized boobs. The moment Greg made contact with them, his body and mind turned into mush.
{Wow her breasts are...really...so}Greg thought to himself, blushing so hard it hurt as he was pressed against Felicia soft, furry, warm-
Greg shook his head to clear those thoughts from his head, accidentally sending Felicia's breasts jiggling unrelentlessly, much to her pleasure. {No! Your not supposed to get attached to the guests! Your a human, she's an anthro. It's not rocket science!}Greg slapped himself mentally.
"Actually Gregory," Felicia said, "There is something I do need."
"Yes, Miss Comelo?"
"I told you before, it's Felicia. I'm on vacation...silly" she said putting a sultry tone on the end.
"Sorry. Yes, Felicia?"
Felicia took a long, deep breath, making her breasts puff up even more, squishing them into Greg's face, and sighed. "Well, it's just that...my mammories are just so large" she said, trying to toy with his emotions. "And they require vast amounts of service. But..." Felicia droned out the conversation and rubbed her right boob lovingly.
"I'm afraid my favorite breast carriers are incapacitated at the moment" Felicia giggled
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