Size Matters

Piper Perri walked into the massage room looking half doll, half woman. Ashley Adams towered over her. When she wrapped her hands around those miniature feet, her fingers overlapped. Ashley asked the tiny girl if anyone was waiting at home. Piper shook her head. Her girlfriend had traded her for cock. Ashley flipped her onto her back and ran warm palms across small breasts. An idea flashed. She tugged her own top off and told Piper to take pictures—evidence her ex would see later. Piper obliged, eyes bright as she framed those heavy breasts against her own. Then she pressed her mouth to one dark nipple and sucked until both of them were breathing hard. Ashley climbed onto the table, straddled her hips, and slipped two long fingers between Piper’s folds. Wet heat closed tight around each knuckle. She circled her clit in slow, steady spirals until the little body trembled and the first moans escaped. Ashley bent to lap the slick, tasting how Piper’s breath stuttered every time her tongue flicked faster. Piper came with a sharp cry, ankles locked behind Ashley’s neck. Afterward, Ashley peeled off her own bottoms and hovered over that eager little mouth. Piper’s tongue darted out, slick and quick, teasing swollen flesh until Ashley shook and spilled against her lips. They traded places, licking and sucking in a sixty-nine tangle until sweat beaded the sheets. When Piper’s fist finally slid inside Ashley—wrist disappearing to the bone—Ashley cursed and arched, then flipped onto her shoulders, pussy open and glistening. Piper pushed back in, wrist slick, while her free hand rubbed the swollen clit. A hard spurt painted Piper’s chest. Ashley bucked once more, juices running down her stomach, then lay still, hips twitching.