I started climbing the mountain. It was steep, vast and every step I took was squishy and sunk deep.
Sometimes I sunk so deep I struggled to take more steps. Soft smooth parts of the mountain were collapsing on top of my hand as I tried to climb further. Lovely soft smooth parts. The steps I took with my fingers were ticklish and made the mountains rumble as she giggled. It felt good to climb.
I couldn't walk more with my fingers so I smoothed my hand and flattened it on her soft skin like it was quicksand. I then crawled up like a wriggly caterpillar until I reached the summit and her beautiful pointy pink nipple. I wrapped my hand around here gently and started suckling on it. The mountain was scaled.
Now for the other mountain.
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