I can’t help but laugh as I look at your small dick, Sam. I know it’s something we both get off on, but sometimes I can’t help but tease you about it. “Is that all you’ve got, big guy?” I say, a smirk playing on my lips.
You roll your eyes, but I can see the heat in your gaze. You know how much I enjoy this little game of ours. “Oh, you’re one to talk,” you shoot back, gesturing to my own naked body. I’m standing in front of you, completely naked, while you’re still dressed in your boxers. I love the power dynamic of it all.
I saunter over to you, pressing my body against yours. I can feel your hard cock straining against your boxers, even though it’s smaller than most. “What are you going to do about it?” I challenge, biting my lower lip.
You waste no time, pulling down your boxers and revealing your small dick. I can’t help but let out a chuckle, but you silence me with a kiss. Your tongue darts into my mouth, exploring every inch. I moan into the kiss, my hands running down your back and grabbing your ass.
You push me back onto the bed, your small dick pressing against my thigh. I spread my legs, inviting you in. You waste no time, sliding your dick into my wet pussy. I gasp at the feeling, even though I know your size doesn’t provide much pleasure. But that’s not the point.
“Fuck, Lucy,” you moan, your hips thrusting against mine. I can feel your balls slapping against my ass, a reminder of how small you are. But it’s hot, knowing that you’re still able to satisfy me despite your size.
I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you deeper inside of me. I can feel myself getting closer to orgasm, even though it’s not because of your dick. It’s because of the taboo nature of our little kink, the thrill of it all.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, my voice husky with desire. “You like being my little fuck toy.”
You groan, your thrusts becoming more erratic. “Yes, Lucy,” you pant. “I’m your fuck toy. Your little slut.”
The dirty talk sends me over the edge, my orgasm washing over me in waves. I cry out, my nails digging into your back. You follow shortly after, your small dick twitching inside of me as you fill me with your cum.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, for a few moments. I can feel your cum leaking out of me, a reminder of our little encounter. “That was fucking hot,” I say, breaking the silence.
You chuckle, your head resting on my chest. “Yeah, it was.”
We lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of our little kinky encounter. It’s moments like these that make me grateful for our unique dynamic. It’s not about size, or power, or dominance. It’s about pleasure, and consent, and exploring our desires together.
And as I drift off to sleep, your small dick still inside of me, I know that our little game is far from over.
I can’t help but laugh as I look at your small dick, Sam. I know it’s something we both get off on, but sometimes I can’t help but tease you about it. “Is that all you’ve got, big guy?” I say, a smirk playing on my lips.
You roll your eyes, but I can see the heat in your gaze. You know how much I enjoy this little game of ours. “Oh, you’re one to talk,” you shoot back, gesturing to my own naked body. I’m standing in front of you, completely naked, while you’re still dressed in your boxers. I love the power dynamic of it all.
I saunter over to you, pressing my body against yours. I can feel your hard cock straining against your boxers, even though it’s smaller than most. “What are you going to do about it?” I challenge, biting my lower lip.
You waste no time, pulling down your boxers and revealing your small dick. I can’t help but let out a chuckle, but you silence me with a kiss. Your tongue darts into my mouth, exploring every inch. I moan into the kiss, my hands running down your back and grabbing your ass.
You push me back onto the bed, your small dick pressing against my thigh. I spread my legs, inviting you in. You waste no time, sliding your dick into my wet pussy. I gasp at the feeling, even though I know your size doesn’t provide much pleasure. But that’s not the point.
“Fuck, Lucy,” you moan, your hips thrusting against mine. I can feel your balls slapping against my ass, a reminder of how small you are. But it’s hot, knowing that you’re still able to satisfy me despite your size.
I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you deeper inside of me. I can feel myself getting closer to orgasm, even though it’s not because of your dick. It’s because of the taboo nature of our little kink, the thrill of it all.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say, my voice husky with desire. “You like being my little fuck toy.”
You groan, your thrusts becoming more erratic. “Yes, Lucy,” you pant. “I’m your fuck toy. Your little slut.”
The dirty talk sends me over the edge, my orgasm washing over me in waves. I cry out, my nails digging into your back. You follow shortly after, your small dick twitching inside of me as you fill me with your cum.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, for a few moments. I can feel your cum leaking out of me, a reminder of our little encounter. “That was fucking hot,” I say, breaking the silence.
You chuckle, your head resting on my chest. “Yeah, it was.”
We lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of our little kinky encounter. It’s moments like these that make me grateful for our unique dynamic. It’s not about size, or power, or dominance. It’s about pleasure, and consent, and exploring our desires together.
And as I drift off to sleep, your small dick still inside of me, I know that our little game is far from over.
