She plopped her little man into the open maw of her bikini bottom.
"Be a dear and entertain me, would you?"
Having been thoroughly trained not to speak except when absolutely necessary, the little man waved up at his mistress's face to acknowledge her command. She let the elastic snap shut, forcing his squirming, muscular frame into her lips.
She looked back up; there was no point in paying any more attention to her toy than was necessary. He knew what he was supposed to do, and she had every reason to expect him to do it without being told twice.
Just as he'd been taught, he wriggled his arms under her clitoral hood at the same time as he shoved his legs into her vagina with as much strength as his tiny body could muster. Tightly gripping her hardening clit, he pulled his legs out of her until only his feet remained inside, and then pushing out with his arms he slammed himself back in. These unusual pull-ups had two purposes: first, to maintain his firm build; second, to stimulate his mistress's clitoris and pussy simultaneously as he alternately pulled at the former and entered the latter.
After a typically gorgeous orgasm, she gazed possessively at her man's body, his taut skin shining with her cum as he lay recovering on the towel between her legs. It was, she reflected, a very enjoyable workout for her.
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