>You will never accept your fate as Felicia's little pet mouse.

>You will never be sleeping in the warmth of her giant, warm hand.

>She will never wake up from last night with her little man.

>Her stomach won't growl for some much needed breakfast.

>The rumblings from the vibrations wont suddenly disturb your slumber.

>She won't groggily lay there, staring down at her little pet.

>She won't think about how much of a hassle it would be to get out of bed.

>She wont smirk at you, remembering the detail about your invulnerability.

>You won't see the sinister, toothy smile and realize you made a terrible mistake not running.

>You won't try to make a run for it, only to be stopped by her hand closing.

>She wont readjust her self, sitting up to a more favorable position.

>You won't feel the her flesh fully wrapped around you, moving suddenly as she pushed herself up.

>She won't unwrap her fingers from you, opening her fist.

>You won't be standing right in front of her ginormous, pink, pillow lips.

>She won't breath through her mouth, letting her warm, moist breath over take you.

>Her pink tongue won't slowly come out of the large maw, running over them and creating a trail of saliva to keep her lips nice and moist.

>You won't gulp, stumbling back as you know what would come next.

>She won't coo her little pet to calm down, talking about how much you know you want it.

>She won't bring her hand right above her chin, resting her lips right in front of you.

>Her tongue won't slowly move out of the mouth, covered in her saliva.

>You won't try to run from your fate, only to be stopped as the large, pink mass lands on top of you.

>You won't be trapped under her powerful muscle, soaked in her juices.

>She wont lift her tongue, leaving you stuck to it, as he slowly pull it back, past her lips and into her open maw.

>You won't hear vibrations all around her as she begins to purr from her breakfast.

>Her tongue won't move all over your body as you begin drowning in her saliva.

>She won't roll you around on her tongue, tasting every last inch of you.

>She wont use her tongue to roll her between her shiny, purely white teeth and the flesh of her mouth.

>She won't begin to suck on you as if you were hard candy.

>You won't feel the powerful sucking force of your mistress as she began to savor your taste.

>You won't slowly close your eyes, knowing what would soon come next, hoping you could sleep through it.