Swimming in her Juices
Marco literally ate his words that morning when he and his girlfriend decided to play around. He had mentioned to Laria that she tasted so good to him, that he would love to bathe in her pussy. Laria raised an eyebrow and promised her love she would be right back.
Upon returning from the bathroom, the sexy young woman produced a small vial of greenish liquid from her hand and gave it to Marco.
"Drink this, baby," she said with a smoky tone. The lovely blonde stood there in their hotel room with only her Victoria's Secret yellow panties on, waiting for Marco to down the contents of her gift.
With a wink, he pulled his head back and drained the little glass bottle. Soon his body heated up and the room began to spin. Before Marco knew what had happened, Laria was standing above him like a flesh-clad tree with ripened fruit high over his head.
Marco was now the size of a collectible figurine Laria used to own as a child. She gingerly reached down and collected her man with slender fingers. Marco was so light in her hand, he barely weighed anything. Laria raised him closer to her eyes and studied him.
"I love how that stuff works so quickly," she told him, licking her lips in sensual anticipation. "You look adorable." Laria lowered her lips and kissed his body, pressing her full lips to his form from knees to his neck. He tasted so good that Laria added more kisses, sometimes using her tongue as well.
Marco was now soaked in saliva and lust. Laria was gorgeous at her normal size, but now that she was practically a building to him, every inch of her loveliness was expanded and only increased his desire for her.
"Ready to be bathed in my pussy?" she asked. "You said you wanted that..." her thunderous voice teased him. Marco nodded his head and lay in Laria's hand stroking his erection. She then descended little Marco down to her panty-clad crotch and pulled open the elastic band.
Marco could smell her arousal thick in the air, and as he got closer to her womanhood, the air became humid and on some scale; electric. Close up, Marco saw how close Laria had shaven her pubic hair. Twin labia awaited his body, which caused the titanic woman to increase her production of pussy juices. Her twat was rich with creamy juice.
Laria deposited her little man into the net of panties below him, and he bounced twice before landing on the yellow fabric before slowly sliding down underneath her womanly bulge. Marco made a spread eagle on the underwear and waited to be thrust against her vagina.
A loud snap later, Marco's body was pressed tight against her. A warm bath of juices flowed around him, and he was caught in the aroma of woman. Those silken lips kissed him completely, and Marco found her clit quickly. Both rubbing it and gnawing on it made Laria moan wildly and sit on the bed before she tossed her torso back.
Both of her hands now cupped him and moved the shrunken lover around in her wet mound.
"Oh fuck that's hot!" she cried out. "Make me cum, baby!" Marco thought she was already there, by the amount of creamy lubrication flowing from her. But, his lady was always a squirter, so it didn't really surprise the tiny man that he had quite a job ahead of him.
Marco's nakedness was now washed completely in her flow. He gulped and drank in her nectar to the best of his ability, but more quickly replenished her opening. He turned his head away and sucked in air through the cotton mesh of panties keeping him in place. Her hands moved him around so much, however, that Marco had to take quick gasps each time.
Laria's fingers worked him between her lips, so much so that now Marco's lower half had been inserted into his girlfriend. She was warm too. So warm that Marco feared it may be too hot to handle now that he was a doll for her playtime.
Her vaginal walls closed in on Marco, massaging him and turning his body around between her muscles. She worked him tirelessly while she reached many an orgasm and gushed against her man.
(to be continued...)
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