I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched Harry undress. His small, unassuming cock hung between his legs, a stark contrast to the massive egos of the men I’d been with before. But there was something about Harry, something that made me want to worship his tiny dick.
“You know I love your little cock,” I purred, running my fingers over the length of it. Harry grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. “I know, baby. And I fucking love how much you love it.”
I knelt before him, my eyes never leaving his as I wrapped my lips around his shaft. Harry groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. “Fuck, Heather,” he gasped. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Harry’s spine. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, growing harder and more insistent. I loved the power I held over him, the way his body responded to my every touch.
I pulled back, letting his cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop. “I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “I want to feel your tiny dick inside me.”
Harry’s eyes widened, his cock twitching at my words. “You want me to fuck you with this little thing?” he asked, gesturing to his cock.
I nodded, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Yes, Harry. I want you to fuck me with your tiny cock. I want you to prove to me that size doesn’t matter.”
Harry’s grin matched my own as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. “You ready for this, baby?” he asked, his voice strained with desire.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his as he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped, my pussy stretching to accommodate his small cock. It felt different, but in a good way. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he began to thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Heather,” Harry moaned, his hips moving faster. “You feel so fucking good.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his cock. “Fuck, Harry,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come.”
Harry’s thrusts became more frantic, his cock slipping in and out of my pussy. “Come for me, baby,” he panted. “I want to feel you come on my tiny cock.”
His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, my pussy convulsing around his cock as he continued to thrust. Harry groaned, his body tensing as he came inside me.
We collapsed in a sweaty heap, our bodies still tangled together. “Fuck, Heather,” Harry panted. “That was amazing.”
I grinned, my body still humming with pleasure. “I told you size doesn’t matter,” I said, my voice teasing. “It’s all about how you use it.”
Harry chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “You’re fucking amazing, Heather. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”
I snuggled closer, my heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, Harry,” I whispered. “And I love your tiny cock.”
Harry’s laughter filled the room, his cock twitching inside me as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms. “I love you too, baby,” he murmured. “And I love your pussy.”
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies still joined together in a tangle of limbs and sweat. It was the perfect end to a perfect night, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.
I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched Harry undress. His small, unassuming cock hung between his legs, a stark contrast to the massive egos of the men I’d been with before. But there was something about Harry, something that made me want to worship his tiny dick.
“You know I love your little cock,” I purred, running my fingers over the length of it. Harry grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. “I know, baby. And I fucking love how much you love it.”
I knelt before him, my eyes never leaving his as I wrapped my lips around his shaft. Harry groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. “Fuck, Heather,” he gasped. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down Harry’s spine. I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth, growing harder and more insistent. I loved the power I held over him, the way his body responded to my every touch.
I pulled back, letting his cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop. “I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “I want to feel your tiny dick inside me.”
Harry’s eyes widened, his cock twitching at my words. “You want me to fuck you with this little thing?” he asked, gesturing to his cock.
I nodded, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Yes, Harry. I want you to fuck me with your tiny cock. I want you to prove to me that size doesn’t matter.”
Harry’s grin matched my own as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. “You ready for this, baby?” he asked, his voice strained with desire.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his as he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped, my pussy stretching to accommodate his small cock. It felt different, but in a good way. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he began to thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Heather,” Harry moaned, his hips moving faster. “You feel so fucking good.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his cock. “Fuck, Harry,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come.”
Harry’s thrusts became more frantic, his cock slipping in and out of my pussy. “Come for me, baby,” he panted. “I want to feel you come on my tiny cock.”
His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, my pussy convulsing around his cock as he continued to thrust. Harry groaned, his body tensing as he came inside me.
We collapsed in a sweaty heap, our bodies still tangled together. “Fuck, Heather,” Harry panted. “That was amazing.”
I grinned, my body still humming with pleasure. “I told you size doesn’t matter,” I said, my voice teasing. “It’s all about how you use it.”
Harry chuckled, his arms tightening around me. “You’re fucking amazing, Heather. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”
I snuggled closer, my heart swelling with affection. “I love you too, Harry,” I whispered. “And I love your tiny cock.”
Harry’s laughter filled the room, his cock twitching inside me as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms. “I love you too, baby,” he murmured. “And I love your pussy.”
And with that, we drifted off to sleep, our bodies still joined together in a tangle of limbs and sweat. It was the perfect end to a perfect night, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.
