Little Man

 

I look down upon you, you are confused and scared.  My long tan legs tower above you, you can see every muscle flex as I move over you.  Your neck strains to look up.  I laugh and tell you to get onto my foot, you scramble up.  You know the task that lies ahead, your goal, your treat is at the top.  You desperately scale my soft smooth skin, trying so hard to get to the safety of the blue sky panties above you.  It’s where you find your warmth, your haven, rolling, tumbling, becoming pinched between to soft folds as I walk around.  You are my little man sex toy, but in order to become that today, you have a lot of work, sweat and frantic climbing to do.  What’s keeping you?

Candy

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