Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
He’s no taller than my pinkie, but I love nothing more than our tiny little make-out sessions. I love how his miniature body feels against my giant lips. To prepare for our session, I sit at my vanity and tap my nails along the polished wood surface. The rapping sound alerts my little playmate that I’m here. Large bulbs line the vanity mirror, highlighting my reflection and showcasing how large I am compared to my make-out partner. There is no hiding from me under such magnificent lighting.
Carefully, I reach for the lid on my jewelry box and up springs the pretty ballerina. She twirls shakily on her tip toes to a beautifully haunting melody. The little square mirror inside is old, and splotches are missing from years of staring beyond the tiny dancer. My shiny lip gloss tube slowly begins to lift, and I smile. “There you are,” I coo down into the small sections of the jewelry box.
Tiny Little Make-Out Session
His tiny head appears near the edge of the cap, and his little arms push the tube up with all his might. His features are so small, I can’t see his smile without a magnifying glass, but I know it’s there. He loves our make-out sessions as much as I do. “Is this the color you’d like me to wear today?” The question is rhetorical. Even if he answers, my giant ears can’t pick up the register of his shrunken voice. My big hand lowers into the box, and I pick up the peachy pink gloss he has chosen for today. He climbs up next to the ballerina, and I giggle at how even she is larger than he is. He sits at her feet with his chin propped up on his hands to watch me apply the tacky gloss I’ll be coating his whole body in soon enough.
The soft brush sweeps over my lower lip, coating it in thick, shiny gloss, then I smack my lips together, and he jumps to his feet. Clapping his little hands in excitement. I add a few more coats before pursing my lips as I lean down towards the jewelry box. My chin bumps the box, and I can hardly see him tumble as the box quakes under the motion. He leaps towards my puckered mouth and throws himself onto my pillowy lower lip.
I feel him wriggling against my pouty lip, humping really, against the warm slick surface of my mouth. I make kiss sounds and then press my lips together, which grinds him between my top and lower lip. The motion rolls him along my lips, and it feels so good. I check my reflection in the mirror and open my mouth wide so I can watch him scramble about. My index finger lines the edges of my lips, pushing the gloss he’s kicked off my lip back into place as we continue to make out.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
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