Una Notte Italiana

Giulia was determined to send Nico finally to sleep, and to be fair, she wasn't expecting the task to be hard to accomplish at all. Her superior body had surely already drained Nico's own out of any strength and resistance at all, and the boy catching the night train to dreamland was certainly assured by her meticulous breast smother.

Thus, it was little bit of a surprise when the girl could feel the boy's hands meekly touching her hips, as if feeling whether there was still something they could do, or just scouting the curves that had defeated him. For a moment Giulia thought of letting him do as he wished for the brief moment he'd still be conscious - but decided against. Instead, she grabbed both of Nico's wrists, and moved them up pinning them against the mattress beside his head. And that's where the would surely stay until the end...

"Don't you try any tricks, little boy! It's good night for you now, Nico..."

Of course, Nico had no mental of physical strenght left to try and contrast the Giulia's dominant will and superior body (even if he wanted to).

His cute reflexive squirming and groping only served to boost her final satisfaction at feeling the conquered boy slowly pass out in her sensually dominant breast smother.

His hands were pinned over his head, depriving him of the slightest freedom of movement even in that last air-depriving hold as he let out the cutest muffled whimpers within her airtight cleavage embrace, his meek squirmings soon slowing down to nothing as unconsciousness claimed his numb mind, blissfully put to sleep inbetween Giulia's womanly pillows.

With a nice muffled sigh of final surrender, Nico went limp underneath Giulia's stronger body and enveloping curves, soon snoozing like a baby underneath her bosom.
"Mnfff.... Zzz.... <3".

Giulia patiently maintained her hold and her control over Nico, listening to his meek muffles and faint sounds of falling into sleep. He wasn't the first one to be but to sleep by the Italian powerhouse's bosom, and he surely wouldn't be the last one, but tonight had been his turn to become their victim.

And as Giulia finally got up and watched the boy sleeping, it was evident he wasn't too unhappy about it. He surely had been the perfect victim for tonight. He had gotten what he wanted, and she had gotten what she wanted.

This had been a buona notte indeed.