The temptation was too great. He had to get closer. With a silent prayer to the universe for mercy, he began to climb her leg. Her skin was warm and soft, the fine hairs on her calf standing out like miniature forests to him. Each step was a challenge, but he was driven by a primal need to be part of this moment, to feel the heat of her arousal, to be near the source of such overwhelming desire.
Abigail's breath grew heavier, her eyes closing in pleasure. She leaned back further, her fingers moving faster. It was now or never. With a burst of courage, Zachary scaled her thigh, his tiny body slipping and sliding on the slick fabric of her panties. He could feel the heat emanating from her sex, smell the sweet musk of her arousal. He reached her pussy, his cock standing tall and proud despite his minuscule size. Without thinking, he straddled her finger, feeling the warmth of her flesh against his.
"Ahh," she moaned, her eyes shooting open. She had felt something—a slight tickle, a new sensation—but she couldn't see anything amiss. She resumed her masturbation, her eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror. "Is that...?" she whispered, but she couldn't quite make sense of what her body was telling her.
Zachary took the opportunity to inch closer, his cock standing at attention despite his size. He could feel the wetness of her juices seeping through the fabric of her panties, and the scent of her arousal was intoxicating. He pushed himself off her finger and onto the plush, velvety skin of her inner thigh. Her legs trembled slightly as she grew closer to climax, and the tremor sent him sliding toward his ultimate destination.
He watched, his breaths shallow, as her fingers moved in a blur over her clit. The sound of her wetness was like a siren's call, and he couldn't resist. With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged, his half-inch cock aiming for the promised land of her slick pussy. He ignored the voice in his head that screamed "impossible!" and focused on the task at hand.
The moment her finger slipped inside her, he was in. The warmth enveloped him, her muscles contracting around him like a vice. It was tight, tighter than he had ever felt, even in his wildest fantasies. He gasped as her finger pushed deeper, his legs and arms flailing as he was carried further into the unknown. The walls of her vagina were velvety and smooth, the heat like nothing he had ever experienced. He was a mere speck in the vast ocean of her desire, and he reveled in it.
Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stared at herself in the mirror. She had no idea she had a stowaway, her mind focused solely on the intense pleasure building within her. With a final push, her finger was fully submerged, and Zachary found himself lodged against her G-spot, his tiny body pressing into the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Oh, fuck," she murmured, her eyes widening in the mirror. She felt something—a slight resistance, a pressure she hadn't anticipated. But it felt...good. Too good. Her body took over, her hips bucking against her hand, driving him deeper into her pussy.
Zachary's world was a whirlwind of sensation as he was pushed further in, the walls of Abigail's vagina tightening around him. He could feel the ripples of her pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that matched the beat of his racing heart. He was trapped, a tiny man in a sea of warm, wet flesh, and he had never felt more alive. What happens next?
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