You stared blankly at Vanilla's puckered mouth. Maybe it was just the shock, maybe it was your anxiety and arousal cancelling each other out, but you didn't feel a thing as you were lifted to your doom. Soft, sweet, peach-colored lips close in on your tiny body, and you can't help but slump down in acceptance of your fate...
To your surprise, the massive things don't pass you through the gap between them; instead, they nudge against you, positioning your form in such a way that you were left spread eagle in the soft linen glove. Then, they close the gap, pressing firmly against you, enveloping your entire body beneath their plush surface.
Despite their heft quickly overwhelming any resistance you could've made and pinning you down to Vanilla's palm, you don't feel panicked at all. In fact, this is nicest you've felt since before you were a borrower in the home of this motherly rabbit! It's so comforting, like hugging your grandma you haven't seen in years. It's comfortable, too; the plump, smooth flesh of her lips molds to your form like a water bed. But most of all, it was warm. You hadn't felt this at peace in...well, forever!
A hot spark of pleasure shoots up your spine, and you flush hotly; it certainly helped that your member was swallowed up by the plush lower lip. You sink further into the alluring embrace, feeling much, much better than when you were on the floor. You can't even imagine ever thinking this was a bad idea...
After a few tender moments of Vanilla pressing you flush against her lips, she gently relents, making sure not to drag you along with her. You stick to her for a second or two, then plop back down on her hand. The motherly rabbit stared at you, then suddenly burst out into cute, enchanting giggling.
She covered her mouth politely with her spare hand, speaking between laughs, "Heeheehee... Oh, I'm sorry, dear, but you should see yourself right now!"
You don't know whether she's laughing at you or whatever happened to you, but you feel embarrassed regardless. You barely see her reach down and grab something from her dress pocket when she brings it up in front of you. As she opens the clasp with a finger, you realize it's a hand mirror! Not only that, but when you looked into your reflection, you finally noticed what she was getting at: your entire torso is covered in pink lipstick! And your member was sticking straight out, too!
Vanilla was delighted by your flustered reaction. You were just so adorable!
Putting her mirror back, she glances at you with a sultry look. "Hmhmhm... I see you're eager for more, cutie. Don't worry, I won't leave you out to dry."
Your heat skips a beat as you see her lips pucker back up and head straight for you. It's not long before you're covered by them again, and more lipstick slathers onto your body. The cycle repeats over and over again; no matter how hard she smashes her lips into you, though, it never seems to hurt--the worst it gets is when she knocks the wind out of you, which you can deal with by turning your head to the side anyway. Your embarrassment fades, and a growing infatuation with the motherly rabbit that saved you from this awful life of paranoid squalor replaces it. All this attention and physical affection is making you unbearably hot...
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