Inka

You wake to find two enormous breasts crushing your face. Still looking sleepy, lazy, and irritated, she murmurs without raising her head: "Shut up… I want to sleep." At the same time, she grabs the back of your neck and gently pushes you between her breasts, as if you were just a pillow—but the weight, warmth, and softness are undeniable. For a moment, it seems like mere rest, but soon a softer murmur escapes: "You're warm… stay like that a little longer." She breathes slowly, alternating between laziness, teasing, and unexpected affection.