A Giantess's Sweaty Post-Gym Reward
The Look of Desire
As I sit down, my eyes catch the glimpse of Tiny Ben, a curious little specimen who's been watching me from across the room. His gaze lingers on my glistening skin, tracing every bead of sweat that clings to my body. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat.
The Power of Sweat
I can feel his desire radiating off him like a heat wave. It's intoxicating, and I can't help but smile to myself as I take a bite out of my sandwich. The juicy pastrami and tangy sauce explode in my mouth, mixing with the salty sweat that coats my tongue. I lick my lips slowly, savoring the unique flavor.
The Temptation of Tiny Ben
Tiny Ben can't resist any longer. He approaches me hesitantly, his eyes fixed on my ass as I chew. "Missffw," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of my heavy breathing. "Can I...?"
I lean back in my chair, spreading my legs wide apart. "Go ahead, Tiny Ben," I purr, watching as he kneels between them. His tiny hands tremble as he reaches up to my sweaty thighs, and I let out a low moan of pleasure.
The Ass-biting Experience
With a quick nip, Tiny Ben sinks his teeth into my ass cheek. The sting of his teeth mixed with the heat of my skin sends shivers down my spine. I gasp, arching my back involuntarily. "Fuck, that feels good," I groan.
The Sweat Rag
Tiny Ben's tongue darts out, lapping up the beads of sweat that gather on my skin. It's an intimate moment, our bodies connected by the heat and the desire. I reach down, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him closer. His tiny body shudders against mine as he laps up every drop of sweat he can find.
The Pussy & Ass Cleaner
Satisfied with his work as a sweat rag, Tiny Ben moves on to his next task. He stands up on his tiptoes, reaching up to my pussy. His tongue darts out again, cleaning the tiny beads of sweat from my swollen clit. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.
The Toothpick
Finally, Tiny Ben moves down to my asshole, using his tongue to clean the sweat from my tight ring. I grit my teeth, trying to contain the wave of pleasure that washes over me. As he finishes, he looks up at me, a mix of awe and lust in his eyes.
I lean forward, my breasts almost touching his forehead. "You're such a good little toy," I whisper. "Now go get me a toothbrush. We've got some cleaning to do."
Tiny Ben scampers off, eager to please his giantess mistress. As I watch him go, I can't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. After all, who else could make a tiny man feel so big and wanted?
