Fondling her breasts was very comforting and quite addictive too, but it was time to let go of them. I set my mind on exploring her unconscious body, and that’s what I’m going to do.
First, I needed to find out whether she won’t wake up for real. “The fastest way to test it is…” I wondered while sliding my hands under her armpits, then stood up with her. Our height difference was big enough so that her feet were freely hanging a few inches above the ground.
Before I figured out the solution to my problem, I noticed something. The angel’s body was surprisingly light. I knew she was a petite girl, and her eyes were closer to my crotch than my head, but her weight still didn’t match that.
If I were to lower my grasp, maybe placing my fingers under her oversized breasts, then I could use her as a meat hole made for me to use. The thought of doing it seemed appealing, but I imagine she wouldn’t be happy to find herself being harshly fucked mid-air after waking up. Specifically, since I was her “slave.”