Media Impact Customs - Tiny Pussy Slave HD

Media Impact Customs - Tiny Pussy Slave HD

The room was dimly lit, and Zoey walked in confidently, her hips swaying slightly as she approached the bed. She noticed movement under the sheets and smiled, knowing that her little pet was still there. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, her dark eyes fixed on him, half-hidden beneath her plump cleavage. As she pulled the flimsy fabric off her body, she revealed her perfect tan lines against her pale skin, drawing his attention to her perky nipples that hardened at his gaze.

"Hi there," she said softly, leaning down so that her cleavage pressed against his tiny body. "Did you miss me?" She stroked his chest gently with her free hand, making him squirm under her touch. "Well, you are lucky you're such a cute little thing."

She leaned closer to his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I've been thinking about what to do with you," she whispered seductively. "You know, being my own personal toy." She smiled wickedly at the thought of it.

"I want to use you in all sorts of ways." She moved her hand down, slowly tracing patterns over her stomach and down towards her panties. "I think you'll make for a very good cocktail snack when I'm entertaining guests." She giggled lightly at this, imagining how shocked – and aroused – her friends would be when they saw her picking up her toy with her fingers.

"But," she continued, her voice low and full of promise, "for now, I think I'll just keep you here, between my breasts. You're going to be my new favorite tit-fucker." She chuckled again, running her tongue over her lips. "And don't think that's the only way I'll be using you..."

With that, she lifted her bra and placed him gently against her left breast, pressing down just enough to hold him in place. His heart hammered against his chest as he felt her warm skin envelop him, and he couldn't help but wonder what else she had in store for him. As he lay there, feeling her heartbeat beneath him, he realized that he was hopelessly in love with her, even in this tiny form. She was everything he had ever wanted – and now she was his, his personal plaything.

Time passed slowly, and Zoey grew bored of her company. She was used to men fawning over her, doing anything she asked just to be near her. This tiny man, however, seemed to be immune to her charms – or perhaps he was just too small to understand their true power. Either way, it was time for a change.

"Listen up, slave," she hissed, leaning down so that her face was inches from his. "You will do as I say if you want to survive." His eyes widened in fear, and she smiled. "Good. Now, crawl down my body and lick my pussy clean."

Shaking with terror, he obeyed, crawling down her stomach and over her soft mounds until he finally reached his destination. He could see her wetness gleaming in the dim light, and he knew that this was it – this was how she would end him. But he had no choice. He had to obey.

With a shudder, he leaned forward and tentatively touched his tongue to her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar for the first time. She moaned softly, arching her back as he began to lick and suckle at her clit, eager to please his mistress. It didn't take long before she was groaning and squirming beneath him, her hips bucking against his mouth.

"That's it, slave," she whispered breathlessly. "Fuck myself with your tongue." As she came, her muscles tensed and she felt like she might explode. But then, slowly, she began to relax, her eyes drifting closed as the pleasure washed over her.

When she finally came down from her high, she opened her eyes to find him looking up at her with tears in his eyes. She laughed coldly.

"Did you really think that was it?" she asked, surprised at how quickly his fear had receded. "I told you, slave. You're my new favorite toy. I have plans for you, and they don't involve your cock. Now, go back to your spot between my breasts, and wait for me there."

With that, she stood up and stretched, pulling her bra away from her body. He watched as her breasts swayed gently in the air before crawling back up to his spot between her cleavage. He felt the heat of her body against his back as she leaned against the bed, her eyes following every movement.

As the day wore on, Zoey came and went, always making sure to stop by and check on her little pet. Sometimes she would lift him from his spot and hold him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead or whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Other times, she would laugh as he struggled to escape from between her fingers, tickling him mercilessly until he cried out for mercy.

In the end, it was clear that Zoey had truly found a pet that was perfectly suited to her needs: loyal, obedient, and always willing to please. And as she lay down on the bed that night, tired but satisfied, she knew that this tiny man would be by her side for a long time to come.