“Buongiorno amore mio, have a good night sleep?” she hummed as she climbed over me, her chest in my face, “H-had a dream about you” I told her, my face barely sticking out from her cleavage and partially covered by her chest fluff. She lowered her head, “Were you running?” she grinned, “I bet I was chasing you wasn’t I? My sweet little coniglio”