The midget Fantasy I love the most

I pulled up to Tessa’s little bungalow just after lunch, the kind of quiet suburban spot where nobody would bother us. Tessa is a fiery little midget, barely four foot two, tight body, perky tits, and an ass that looks even better when she’s bent over. She’s made it crystal clear to me: she’s a free use midget woman. Anytime, anywhere, no questions asked. That’s our deal, and today I was cashing in at her place.

I didn’t even knock. I just let myself in like I owned the place, because when it comes to Tessa, I basically do. She was in the kitchen wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered her ass, standing on her step stool to reach the counter. The second she heard the door, she glanced over her shoulder and gave me that naughty little smirk.

“Hey, Connor,” she said, voice already husky. “Took you long enough.”

I didn’t answer with words. I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her clean off the stool like she weighed nothing. Her legs kicked playfully for a second before I set her down on the kitchen table, spreading her thighs wide. The t-shirt rode up, showing me she wasn’t wearing panties, exactly how I like her.

“Been thinking about this tight little pussy all morning,” I growled, unzipping my jeans. My cock sprang out, already rock hard. Tessa’s eyes lit up. She reached down and stroked me with both hands, barely able to wrap her fingers around my thickness.

“Then take it,” she whispered. “I’m yours.”

I pushed inside her in one smooth thrust. She was soaking wet and ridiculously tight, every inch of her tiny body stretched around me. Tessa moaned loud, gripping the edge of the table while I fucked her deep and steady. Her little legs wrapped around my waist as best they could, heels digging into my back. I grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back so I could watch her face while I used her.

“Harder, Connor… use me like your personal fucktoy,” she gasped.

I gave her exactly what she begged for. I flipped her over, bent her over the table, and pounded her from behind. Her feet dangled off the ground; she was completely at my mercy. Every thrust made her moan louder. I reached around and rubbed her clit, feeling her tiny body shake as she came hard around my cock, screaming my name.

But I wasn’t done. Free use means I finish when I want. I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her up again, this time sliding her down onto me while I stood in the middle of her kitchen. She bounced on my dick like the eager little slut she is, arms around my neck, whispering filthy things in my ear until I finally exploded deep inside her, filling her up.

When I set her back down, she was flushed, dripping, and smiling like she’d just won the lottery.

“Stay for round two?” she asked, already reaching for my cock again.

I grinned. “You already know the answer.”

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