Wendy sat down right in front of me, and crossed her legs campfire-style around me. I was surrounded by walls of flesh in all directions but one; as she leaned back slightly, her vulva, already beginning to emit the sweet smell of female arousal, had my full attention.
“Matt, so far I’m convinced that I’m shrunk - but I need to know that this is objectively real, so if YOU’RE shrunk, let me feel the reality of it. If you know a girl’s most sensitive spot, now’s the time to put your whole self into it.”
She scooted herself forward; to me, it was like a stadium had hopped 30 feet toward me. But I had a mission here. The way she was leaning back, her vulva was out of reach to me. “Wendy, I need you to tilt your hips forward so I can reach, but do it slowly so I don’t get trapped.”
Her most intimate area slowly rotated toward me as the scent of her excitement grew pervasive. Little drops of her lubricant fluid were starting to flow down her skin. “Keep com- wait, that’s not a good way to put it. Keep ROTATING.”
She chuckled deep in her throat. “Believe me, when I come, you’ll have no doubts.”
“Almost perfect... three, two, one, STOP!” Her clitoris was almost touching our paper floor, with just enough room under it for me to slide in and start rubbing. A pool of fluid had begun to collect under her, but the paper on which we were was tilted by her weight, so I wasn’t worried.
I started rubbing this most sensitive spot on her body, and a moan escaped her lips and a shudder went through her body. “Oh Matt...” she gasped, “I think I’m convinced!”
She leaned forward, her clitoris pressing me down into the paper, and I kept rubbing.
Wait a minute, I thought. DOWN?
The pool of lubricant started flowing like a thick gel into the tiny depression created by her forceful intimate contact with me, quickly covering my entire body. Like massage oil, though, it made rubbing her clitoris easier, and I could apply more pressure with less friction.
“OK, Matt,” Wendy sighed, “I’m going to pull away from you now.” But as her hips began to rotate back, the gel-like lubricant kept me in close contact with her clitoris. But gravity was not to be denied; as she rotated further, I slipped down her vulva until my feet were hanging over her open vagina. As she rotated even further, the combination of the grip of the gel and gravity made me fall feet first down deep into her.
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