She stopped her powerful grip on the boy. "oh, I hurt you didn't I?" She said in a soft, sweet voice. She knew she could crush him in her arms like an insect, but she didn't realy want to hurt him. "It's okay, little guy, I waon't hurt you." She pulled him up in her huge arms and cuddled him gently. She kissed him and made love to him in a very big, warm way. She realized afterwards that her grip was more powerful than she had realized. She had been tightly smothering him in her muscular mass the entire time. He lay down, tired and panting. She stood up and looked down at him. She held his head in her big hand, and then left him.
What do you do now?
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