My name’s Ryan Brooks, 6’2”, built like I lift for a living. I’d been scrolling through midget forums and websites for months when Lila’s profile popped up. One photo of her in a tiny red dress, legs dangling from a bar stool, and I was hooked. We met at a quiet lounge downtown. The second she walked in, or should I say, strutted in on those little heels, I knew she was going to own me. I didn’t let her feet touch the ground more than necessary. Right there in the booth I scooped her up like she weighed nothing and set her on my lap. “You’re my little queen tonight,” I whispered against her ear. Her cheeks flushed pink, but her eyes sparkled with that wicked “make me feel huge” look every midget goddess has. Back at my place I went full worship mode. I carried her straight to the bedroom and laid her on a pile of silk pillows I’d bought just for her size. I stripped her slowly, kissing every inch like she was made of porcelain and fire at the same time. First her tiny feet. I held them in my huge hands, massaging each perfect toe, sucking them one by one while she giggled and moaned. “Your little queen’s feet deserve a throne,” I told her, and she arched her back like a cat in heat. Then her legs, so short, so smooth, I kissed from ankle to thigh, telling her how perfect her miniature body was. I lifted her entire frame with one hand just to bury my face between her legs, licking her like she was the sweetest candy on earth. Lila was trembling by the time I moved up. I worshipped her flat little belly, her perky breasts that fit perfectly in my mouth, her neck, her ears. Every kiss came with praise: “You’re my tiny goddess… my little queen… nothing in the world is sexier than a midget this perfect.” She was dripping wet before I even took my pants off. When I finally stood up and let her see how hard I was, her eyes went wide in that adorable way only a midget can pull off. “Your queen wants her big king now,” she purred in that high, sweet voice. I laid her on the edge of the bed so her little legs dangled, lined myself up, and pushed in slow. God, she was tight, like she was made for me. I held her hips with both hands, thrusting deep while she squealed and grabbed the sheets. Every stroke I told her she was my queen, my perfect tiny fucktoy, my everything. She came first, shaking so hard her whole 3’10” body spasmed around me. I flipped her onto her stomach, lifted that perfect little ass, and took her from behind while she cried out my name. The sight of my big cock disappearing into such a tiny frame was insane. I pulled her up against my chest, one […]