"All I wanted was a massage!"
"And you'll get one. But your skin felt a little dry, and the dermatologist recommended this particular massage for you." He fought vainly against the material holding him in place as she continued on. "Sir, I've never had a customer who wasn't satisfied with this treatment. You might want to relax; you don't need the full treatment, but we've found that increased activity on the customer's part tends to result in... maximum moisturization. The massage part of the process will be more effective if you just relax. Do you understand?"
His tiny ranting continued at the same rate. "All right, I'm going to start the treatment now."
She pulled her panties tightly up to her crotch, forcing his entire body against her vulva. Her fingers pressed his body gently from the other side of the material, tapping rhythmically one at time across his back. It was very... relaxing for her.
It would have been relaxing for him as well, but his insistence on unnecessary struggle had caused his head to slip into her slit. Faced with a sudden lack of air, his flailing became even more energetic.
"Ohhhhhh. I suppose you want the full moisturization after all. It won't be a problem."
The giant fingers beneath him changed their pattern, rubbing him into her labia a circular path. Her lips moved with him, and his head was pushed even deeper into her vagina. He got a mouthful of feminine juice as the muscles of her pussy eagerly pulled him from the pocket in her underwear and into itself.
Once he was inside her up to his torso, she removed her fingers from him and moved them to a position just above where his lower body was sticking out. She began to rub them against her clitoris.
"Time for the complete moisturizing and massage package. This part should hopefully feel very pleasant one for you. It's fun for us to perform it, too."
He couldn't her the words of his masseuse, however. He was occupied with the increasingly rapid squeezes of her vaginal walls and the growing trickle of her fluid over his body. The roar of her body, with her heart and diaphragm pumping constantly and ever faster, overwhelmed any sound from outside his immediate surroundings.
She clamped down on his upper body, holding him stiff in herself as warm juice flooded over and around him to her vaginal entrance. An earthshaking moan vibrated through her body, gently shifting him against the hot, wet inner surface of her cunt as it slowly relaxed its grip on him. He felt two pole-like fingers pinch his legs inside the pocket of the panties' crotch. They pulled, and he slid, fully lubricated, out of her pussy with a fantastic ease as he was lowered with his masseuse's underwear.
Suspended between two giant legs, he lay back in the soaking pink hammock, half covered by the soft and now thoroughly wet material.
"How did you enjoy your massage, sir?"
He was speechless.
"That's good. Now, we have to make sure that your skin remains moisturized, but we can't take you out of the pocket until you're dry; smaller bodies lose their heat too quickly, and you need to remain insulated. I expect that it should only take an hour or so."
"What! Why, that's..." He stopped to reconsider his most recent memories, and decided to relax. He lay completely down and stretched himself over the entire length of her cum-soaked panties.
"That's fine by me."
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