Measuring Mia's Bust, Part 2
Shrunk in a Women's Wrestling League
Chapter 32
You could hear Mia gently humming some simple tune she worked, miraculously unaware of your face once again being buried against her. At least, she was unaware until she heard a faintly audible groan reverberating between her breasts. Mia glanced down, still trapping your face against her body with the measuring tape that she held between two fingers, and noticed your hands rubbing even more frantically over her breasts. She couldn’t help but smile as one of your small hands came across her nipple and pushed, squashing against her skin in a way that she found delightful.
Completely misinterpreting your struggles, Mia decided it wouldn’t hurt to be a little playful, “What’s the matter, bambolo? Are you trying to help me measure, or are you getting distracted by Momma Mia?” Wishing to share her good mood with her favorite little man (and damned be the consequences), the gigantic girl scooted forwards, angling herself into you as she lay one huge leg over your lap. You nearly moaned again as one of Mia’s thighs dragged across your swollen cock before settling overtop of it, leaving you with no choice but to sit and hope Mia didn’t notice your erection literally throbbing beneath her. Unfortunately you felt Mia’s entire body perk up as she jiggled on top of you, and her smug humming faded into a poorly stifled feminine gasp ~Ooh…~
Despite being unable to see past her creamy valley of cleavage, Mia was pretty damn sure she knew what she was sitting on, but slightly surprised at how hard it had felt. She hadn’t been that flirty with you had she? Thinking back, she admitted maybe she had gotten a little carried away now and then... Mia gently chewed on her thick lower lip and attempted to subtly shift her weight over your lap, though she ended up smearing your poor cock beneath one of her massive legs in the process. Mia thought you twitched against her in response, which just about confirmed her suspicions that you were at least a little turned on right now (which was a huge understatement, in reality). An affectionate smile crept across her face as she thought to herself, You naughty little lottatore! Why didn’t you tell Mia sooner?
Unable to contain her rapidly growing excitement, Mia began to fidget by gently rocking her hips and wiggling her chest. You were forced to endure the pressure of Mia’s absurdly large breasts bobbing against your face and jiggling between your arms, though the worst part was that her plump thigh began to gently roll your firm cock between your leg and hers. Meanwhile Mia seemed more than happy with her choice of seating, and continued her jiggling little motions as you groaned uselessly into her abundant flesh.
Pretending like she was completely oblivious to your delightful reactions, Mia teased again, “Well my little ragazzo, it was certainly a hard job but I think I’ve just about got my measurements! Only I can’t quite see the numbers from up here...” Mia emphasized her problem by gently nudged her gigantic chest with one elbow, squashing your face tightly against each mound of flesh, “Certainly you could read them off for me, since you’re not busy with anything else right now?” Feeling pleased with her innuendo, Mia rolled her hips across your lap again, prompting another one of those Mmmfff! noises that she found so dang cute. With a smile, Mia discovered that she could make you grunt and squeeze your arms around her chest every time she leaned onto your crotch, and she quickly made a game of it by very purposefully grinding a soft warm leg back and forth across your tight shorts. As you gave another little groan, Mia rewarded you by happily squeezing her breasts together again, nearly crushing your face between her body and the unrelenting measuring tape.
Suddenly Mia noticed something sticky against her thigh, and stopped gyrating against you. Momentarily distracted, the huge Italian girl reached down with her free hand and rubbed at the curious the little wet stain. Feeling around, Mia’s fingers suddenly bumped into your shorts, pressing softly against the tip of your hardened cock, which Mia also noticed was also sticky. After a moment of confusion, Mia’s face split into an enthusiastic grin as realized that she had been rubbing herself against some precum that she had forced through of your shorts, apparently without even noticing at first. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, all of Mia’s hesitations went out the window. Mia yanked your shorts down and eagerly grasped your firm erection in her hand, “Che audacia!!! No wonder my little bambolo could not concentrate on the task at hand...” Mia began to passionately jerk your cock up and down, making you flinch and squirm beneath her heaving breasts again as she laughed, “You’ve been hiding this from Mia all along? Che bello!”
Mia found herself smiling excitedly as she continued stroking and squeezing your cock, carelessly knocking her arm against her huge jiggly bosom as she went. As she felt your face being squeezed against her chest, Mia realized just how frisky she herself was feeling. Taking a moment to coyly press your throbbing penis up against the inside of her warm thigh, Mia giggled, “Well it’s clear to me that we won’t get anything done until we take care of your little distraction! I suppose Mia has no choice but to oblige her little campione, hmm???” Mia giggled to herself again as she felt your cock twitching in her hand, encouraging her to continue.
Meanwhile, unable to stop Mia’s very aroused antics, you were breathing heavily and letting out frustrated moans, which she found encouraging. You even could feel that damned tingling sensation returning, in full force, as Mia continued her fun, but you could hardly even concentrate.
How far does Mia go?
Completely misinterpreting your struggles, Mia decided it wouldn’t hurt to be a little playful, “What’s the matter, bambolo? Are you trying to help me measure, or are you getting distracted by Momma Mia?” Wishing to share her good mood with her favorite little man (and damned be the consequences), the gigantic girl scooted forwards, angling herself into you as she lay one huge leg over your lap. You nearly moaned again as one of Mia’s thighs dragged across your swollen cock before settling overtop of it, leaving you with no choice but to sit and hope Mia didn’t notice your erection literally throbbing beneath her. Unfortunately you felt Mia’s entire body perk up as she jiggled on top of you, and her smug humming faded into a poorly stifled feminine gasp ~Ooh…~
Despite being unable to see past her creamy valley of cleavage, Mia was pretty damn sure she knew what she was sitting on, but slightly surprised at how hard it had felt. She hadn’t been that flirty with you had she? Thinking back, she admitted maybe she had gotten a little carried away now and then... Mia gently chewed on her thick lower lip and attempted to subtly shift her weight over your lap, though she ended up smearing your poor cock beneath one of her massive legs in the process. Mia thought you twitched against her in response, which just about confirmed her suspicions that you were at least a little turned on right now (which was a huge understatement, in reality). An affectionate smile crept across her face as she thought to herself, You naughty little lottatore! Why didn’t you tell Mia sooner?
Unable to contain her rapidly growing excitement, Mia began to fidget by gently rocking her hips and wiggling her chest. You were forced to endure the pressure of Mia’s absurdly large breasts bobbing against your face and jiggling between your arms, though the worst part was that her plump thigh began to gently roll your firm cock between your leg and hers. Meanwhile Mia seemed more than happy with her choice of seating, and continued her jiggling little motions as you groaned uselessly into her abundant flesh.
Pretending like she was completely oblivious to your delightful reactions, Mia teased again, “Well my little ragazzo, it was certainly a hard job but I think I’ve just about got my measurements! Only I can’t quite see the numbers from up here...” Mia emphasized her problem by gently nudged her gigantic chest with one elbow, squashing your face tightly against each mound of flesh, “Certainly you could read them off for me, since you’re not busy with anything else right now?” Feeling pleased with her innuendo, Mia rolled her hips across your lap again, prompting another one of those Mmmfff! noises that she found so dang cute. With a smile, Mia discovered that she could make you grunt and squeeze your arms around her chest every time she leaned onto your crotch, and she quickly made a game of it by very purposefully grinding a soft warm leg back and forth across your tight shorts. As you gave another little groan, Mia rewarded you by happily squeezing her breasts together again, nearly crushing your face between her body and the unrelenting measuring tape.
Suddenly Mia noticed something sticky against her thigh, and stopped gyrating against you. Momentarily distracted, the huge Italian girl reached down with her free hand and rubbed at the curious the little wet stain. Feeling around, Mia’s fingers suddenly bumped into your shorts, pressing softly against the tip of your hardened cock, which Mia also noticed was also sticky. After a moment of confusion, Mia’s face split into an enthusiastic grin as realized that she had been rubbing herself against some precum that she had forced through of your shorts, apparently without even noticing at first. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, all of Mia’s hesitations went out the window. Mia yanked your shorts down and eagerly grasped your firm erection in her hand, “Che audacia!!! No wonder my little bambolo could not concentrate on the task at hand...” Mia began to passionately jerk your cock up and down, making you flinch and squirm beneath her heaving breasts again as she laughed, “You’ve been hiding this from Mia all along? Che bello!”
Mia found herself smiling excitedly as she continued stroking and squeezing your cock, carelessly knocking her arm against her huge jiggly bosom as she went. As she felt your face being squeezed against her chest, Mia realized just how frisky she herself was feeling. Taking a moment to coyly press your throbbing penis up against the inside of her warm thigh, Mia giggled, “Well it’s clear to me that we won’t get anything done until we take care of your little distraction! I suppose Mia has no choice but to oblige her little campione, hmm???” Mia giggled to herself again as she felt your cock twitching in her hand, encouraging her to continue.
Meanwhile, unable to stop Mia’s very aroused antics, you were breathing heavily and letting out frustrated moans, which she found encouraging. You even could feel that damned tingling sensation returning, in full force, as Mia continued her fun, but you could hardly even concentrate.
How far does Mia go?
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May 31, 2023
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