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I was so sick of your yawning and lack of sparkle. A few drops of my special potion and now you are a pocket toy, perfect for my entertainment. I'm going to slowly slide you between my breasts, feeling how your small body struggles. You will be completely trapped in my cleavage, without air, only the smell of my skin and the pressure of my tits. And when I get tired, I will bring you to my face so that you can explore every pore of my nose and drown in the steam of my breath. This is the only fun I need.