Water Fleas part 2 (4k 4 image set) (Patreon)

*The second part of Water Fleas, with images 5-8 As always, Mini Bosses will get the 2k version and Big and Mega Bosses the 4k version. There are some extra angles for Mega Bosses coming in a separate post.

Part 2.

The climb up her sternum is exhausting, but we reach a point where the ground, the body, starts to level out. The thump, thump, thump of her heartbeat drives up through our legs. At this point we’re almost directly beneath her chin as she strains to look down far enough to see us. Megan and I embrace, and we slip into a passionate kiss. My body begins to respond to hers, and I feel myself stiffening against her hip. She feels me too, and starts to grind against me.

“What’s going on down there little people?” Our owner says. “Are you getting frisky? On me?” There is a deep exhalation, followed by a long inhale. We can tell because her chest falls and then rises, its like going up and down several stories in an express elevator. “Climb onto my tit, where I can see you better.”

Megan and I look at each other with a wry smile, and start uphill again, climbing up onto the softness of her boob, where even at our minuscule size, we can feel the change underfoot. Megan is out in front, and I reach for her waist, spinning her around and kissing her, as she drags me to the ground. She slides her hand downwards and finds me firm.

“Ugh, huhnnnnn. Little people, what are you doing? My god you’re making my nipples so hard.” We are shaken as she laughs, her chest jiggling. We look up and see, even from this distance, that there is a lump under the massive white expanse of her bikini top.

“Come on, race you there.” Megan says, pushing me off her and leaping up to sprint towards the fabric wall. She climbs up it like she’s joining a stage invasion, and I follow. The bikini is cooler and wetter than her skin, it has a grippy feel and my feet find purchase in the weave of the fabric. As we arrive at the nub of her nipple we can see it rising even higher, until it towers over us, tenting the fabric under our feet. Megan falls onto her knees. “It’s huge!” she exclaims. I walk over to her and she seizes me, throwing me down onto a hammock of nylon in the crook of this enormous stiff nipple, on a tit the size of a city park, and she climbs on top of me, and takes me, matching her rhythm to the heartbeat of our owner.