The doorbell rings; unexpected visitor?
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
falseident
***A choice chapter, wahooey***
Tara leans back and stretches her legs outwards, her arms spread along the top of the couch. She really can't seem to catch her breath but...she would just take her time. The sensation of you having your head up her ass was all the motivation she needed to keep seated and cool off. God, she couldn't believe her luck with you. To this day, she still couldn't believe things had ended up like this; having someone who really is her better half and that person ended up being much less than half her size. With your vision so hidden away, Tara allowed herself a moment to adopt a softer look as she stares down at your exposed legs. She gently caresses your thighs before whispering "I love you so much... man when did I become such a...softie."
Meanwhile, your head has currently been powerfully molded into a perfect rendition of what the inside of Tara's rectum would look like. You'd find this comical if you weren't still stuck in a blissful state. Tara had really trained you these past three years...and you wouldn't have it any other way. You wouldn't tell her this out loud, of course, since it was Tara's preference to play things out like this. There's no way she doesn't realize how much you enjoy this kind of play with her; her being effortlessly dominant and you being confident yet easy to put in your place. So long as you always returned, ready and willing with that big grin you've learned drives her wild.
You, as couple, take this time to let your emotions carry on amidst a blissful silence. Unfortunately, a loud "BING BONG" interrupts that reverie. Tara, for her part, stares at your legs in confusion as if the sound had originated there before saying "What, who the hell is that? I didn't expect anything to be delivered today..."
Being so comfy on the couch, she heaves herself forward ponderously. Her workout shorts are still rolled up just beneath her jutting ass cheeks which means your legs are laying against them, pointed outwards from the abyss she calls an ass. A true butt plug with a human leg ornament sticking out. Reaching the door, Tara places her hands on her hips while bending forward to stare out the door's peep hole and sees...
Tara leans back and stretches her legs outwards, her arms spread along the top of the couch. She really can't seem to catch her breath but...she would just take her time. The sensation of you having your head up her ass was all the motivation she needed to keep seated and cool off. God, she couldn't believe her luck with you. To this day, she still couldn't believe things had ended up like this; having someone who really is her better half and that person ended up being much less than half her size. With your vision so hidden away, Tara allowed herself a moment to adopt a softer look as she stares down at your exposed legs. She gently caresses your thighs before whispering "I love you so much... man when did I become such a...softie."
Meanwhile, your head has currently been powerfully molded into a perfect rendition of what the inside of Tara's rectum would look like. You'd find this comical if you weren't still stuck in a blissful state. Tara had really trained you these past three years...and you wouldn't have it any other way. You wouldn't tell her this out loud, of course, since it was Tara's preference to play things out like this. There's no way she doesn't realize how much you enjoy this kind of play with her; her being effortlessly dominant and you being confident yet easy to put in your place. So long as you always returned, ready and willing with that big grin you've learned drives her wild.
You, as couple, take this time to let your emotions carry on amidst a blissful silence. Unfortunately, a loud "BING BONG" interrupts that reverie. Tara, for her part, stares at your legs in confusion as if the sound had originated there before saying "What, who the hell is that? I didn't expect anything to be delivered today..."
Being so comfy on the couch, she heaves herself forward ponderously. Her workout shorts are still rolled up just beneath her jutting ass cheeks which means your legs are laying against them, pointed outwards from the abyss she calls an ass. A true butt plug with a human leg ornament sticking out. Reaching the door, Tara places her hands on her hips while bending forward to stare out the door's peep hole and sees...
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March 28, 2025
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