You wake up between your humongous hawlucha’s titanic pectorals, which flex every free seconds on reflex. You smile as you nuzzle your face deeper into the off-white feathery down of his chest, feeling the warmth on all sides. It would be suffocating if he were any smaller, but as of right now, it’s heavenly. You decide it’s time to:
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