‘Watch your head.’
There wasn’t much space between the princess and the ceiling.
Her hair and rear brushed it as the princess lifted her over the threshold as
if she was a feather. She brought her to rest in front of her breast which was
as big as she was. The princess laid her on top of her surprisingly level
stomach which, while sculptured, was delicately soft. She asked the maid to
close her eyes and give her breast a gentle stroke as if it were an animal. Titania
was so sensitive and she could feel every caress and hair. It was a long time since
someone had touched her this way. She began to sigh in ecstasy. Every cell in
her body seemed so cramped, and she needed more room, but at the same time she
realised that the sensation might stop as she stretched.
‘Hold on tight’ she said.
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