"Oops! Sorry, little guy. I didn't mean to drop you. But... since you're already down there, why don't you help me out?"
She pulls her panties back up to her crotch, forcing him between the taut fabric and her vulva.
"I'm going to keep pulling these tighter, little guy. You can stay there if you want, 'cause honestly you feel incredibly good right there. But if it gets too uncomfortable, I don't mind if you make some room for yourself in my pussy."
He'd be almost completely immobile were it not for the increasing flow of her juices that are naturally lubricating him. As it is, he'd rather stay outside of her. Unfortunately for him, his legs have slipped through her lips and into her vaginal entrance, and the ever-pressing cotton wall is forcing him deeper inside.
"Ooooooh, yeah. Little guy's not shy about what he wants. I like that. How about I help you out?"
The pressure of her panties stops as she brings a few tree-trunk-like fingers down to her hapless playmate, fitting them around his tiny form and giving him a good shove into her vagina. His head remains outside where, in light filtered through his captress's pink, lacy panties, he can see her gargantuan fingers play energetically with her clit. Light brushes of her immaculately manicured nails against her sensitive nub are enough to induce body-constricting squeezes from her pulsating cunt.
"GOD, you feel great. So glad you went with option two. Ohhhhh..."
He's thinking that this is the worse it's going to get, but he's wrong.
"I bet you want all the way in, don't you, little guy? I can help out with that."
One finger slides from her engorged clit down the length of her slit, picking up her juice on its way to his head. The sticky tip lands gently on his head, instantly soaking his hair. She pushes him in with just the tiniest effort, and suddenly he's entirely in the grip of her pussy's spasming muscles. It's sensory overload: the heat, the scent, the wetness, and the noises of her giant body frequently added to by moans that he senses mainly as tremors. His struggles to break free, but that only seems to exacerbate the situation; everything he does just arouses her further. As he tires and his efforts weaken, she's reaching climax. He can barely move; she's clamping down on him. He can barely breathe; she's flooding him with her cum. All he can do is limply allow her cunt to have its way with him, letting it hug him tightly in a fleshy, form-fitting grip as his world crashes around him in seismic ecstasy.
Finally, it calms. Her pussy idly squeezes him in a peaceful rhythm, slowly moving him through to the entrance in a more sedate sort of birthing. Two fingers reach in and pluck him out of her vagina and then out of her now-soaked panties. She's lying down on her bed now, and he flies above the landscape of her body until he's placed gently between two smooth, mountainous breasts. He lies in her cleavage, too tired to move at all.
"That was great, little guy. I thought you might like some rest after that. It can't be easy getting a girl to cum when you're as small as you are, so I figure we could both use a nap."
She lets one hand fall protectively over her little lover, keeping him warm and making her feel even closer to him.
"Sweet dreams, little guy."
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