It was morning sex smell coupled with her signature perfume, tanning oil, and now sweat that captured his attention. But, to Mike, it was a concoction that spurred him onward. Now, the tiny man was looking up at the precarious climb before him known as Molly's crotch. Mike thought perhaps he could grip her tiny white hairs from her inner thighs, but that was too exhausting of an avenue. He was in shape, sure, but the idea was to explore her body, and he didn't want to spend all of his energy on a tough climb. It was far easier by his reckoning that using the fibers of her bikini worked better.
Mike stuck his head in under her inner thigh in the shade of her body to kiss that butt cheek out of love, and to wish himself luck on this journey. His face pushed into her ample, bouncy, pliable ass skin and covered his face with her warmth. Soon, the little man was on his way. Being this size, it was easy for him to clutch onto her bikini and make his way up. Molly looked down on his progress with awe and felt him move around on her pubic lips. The experience made her wet, and some of that juice coated her swimwear. Mike inhaled and kept climbing.
"Ooh, that tickles, love," she purred looking down. Molly felt Mike's movements along her vaginal lips through her bikini's triangle and bit her lower lip. The more he climbed, the more she creamed up. Therefore, the stronger her musky aroma enveloped him. Mike smiled and breathed her in deeply as he made his way up. Soon enough, the micro-boyfriend crawled over her mound and stood at the top of her sex.
She was enormous. Molly was expansive beyond anything Mike had ever seen before. What was once her tiny flat belly seemed like a sprawling field of tiny hairs and rolling hills of abdominal muscles. Beyond even that were her twin hills of smooth massive breasts. Mike paused to take it all in before stepping out to hike across her solar plexus.
"Awww, you're not going to stay and work on my clit?" Molly inquired from above. Mike smiled and considered it. The thought of accidentally falling off the cliff and down to the towel below would be about a 30-foot drop by his perseption. Mike pressed on towards her belly button. "Oh poo, you're no fun, babe." Once Mike was clear of her hips, Molly grabbed his t-shirt and draped it over her pelvis before reaching a hand under it and slipped behind her bikini bottoms to feel that protruding clit herself.
Mike walked what seemed like three blocks' worth before standing before her immense bosom. His feet no longer bounced on the pliable skin of her belly but rather stepped firmly on Molly's breastbone where the ribs connected. It became easier to walk now, but the idea of stepping between her towering tits was precarious to say the least. Molly could push her tits together and snuff out the sunlight and air if she so chose.
"Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of her bikini," Mike muttered to himself, "I shall not fear for Molly is my love and would never intentionally hurt me." He counted on that thought as his body began travelling in her cleavage. The mounds of milk he always loved to play with were now stacked much higher than his puny head. Above him, her bikini top's connecting string sat taut across her enormous tits, creating a line shadow he crossed. It was as if a finish line to a race only he ran. Mike inhaled again, catching her perfume smell and tanning oil combined.
Molly looked down and smiled devilishly. She released her clit from her own fingers and brought both hands to the outer bulges of her big breasts. "Gotcha, Mike," Molly whispered and pushed her tits together. The heavy milky mounds slammed poor Mike in her sweaty cleavage and engulfed him completely. Mike kicked and screamed to no avail, since Molly couldn't hear his pleas. She felt him squirm in her cleavage and giggled. "Ooooh, that feels so delectable, baby, keep doing that!" Mike squirmed and crawled upwards, using her breasts to dig his feet into and slide along her sweaty skin. Before long, Molly saw his head poke out of her deep cleavage and gulp in fresh air.
"Ha-ha-ha," she let out with a massive toothy grin. "Welcome back, baby. Now that you're almost free, why don't you crawl to a nipple and make it hard for me?" Mike collected himself and belly crawled over her soft mound to one of the triangles hiding her nipple. Inside the bikini, he saw her dusky rose nub sitting pushed down because of her swimwear. The little explorer came to it and began rubbing his open mouth over her wrinkled skin. With hands rubbing away and his mouth chewing on her spongy nubbin, he caused it to harden and rise before him. Mike smiled at his work and stood up under her bikini bra with a hard cock and an idea.
Mike gripped Molly's nipple and pushed his erection along it. Her hardness meeting his sent shivers through his body, churning his desires and moving his hips. Mike started humping his woman's nipple with his puny body, and vibrations of Molly's moans shook him beneath his feet. It was working!
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