Hikka blushes slightly as she pulls her shirt open a bit, her tight bra fighting valiantly against her massive breasts. “No funny ideas boy toy, one wrong move and I’ll squish you.” You only go along as Hikka rightly shoves you into her cleavage, her sweat helped you in but it stung your eyes a bit. “My shifts almost over, so just relax in there for a bit, got it?” Hikka looked at herself in a nearby sink mirror, luckily, her shirt did a good job of covering you up. Nodding, she continued her day, finally clocking out. “Heading home boss!” Hikka yelled. “Ok, walk safe Hikka!” Once she got out of the store and onto the street Hikka let out a sigh. “Fucking long day, lest I got something to do when I get back.” Hikka grinned as she opened up her apartment on the ground floor. Losing her shirt and jeans, the busty green short stack, was soon fishing you out of her sweaty boobs.
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