John pre-emptively winced and braced before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Florence's ass cheek, and a she immediately felt the sting. "What the fuck! There's fucking bedbugs!" Florence exclaimed. She launched up from the bed and stormed off the set to her trailer. Once inside, she closed the door behind her and faced the mirror. Her heart raced as she inspected the area where John had bitten her. To her astonishment, she spotted him—tiny, defenseless, and clinging onto her ass.
Florence plucked John from the skin of her butt cheek, holding him between her fingers with a mix of fascination and confusion. She brought him closer to her face, studying him intently. "Who the fuck are you? What are you doing on my ass? Did you-- Did you bite me?" Florence asked, her voice tinged with anger and absurdity. John, still flustered and overwhelmed by the turn of events, did his best to explain himself whilst being tightly squeezed between Florence's finger and thumb.
"Please, Florence, I didn't mean to bite you. It was an accident, I mean, I did mean to bite you, but I was just trying to get your attention somehow," he stammered, his tiny voice high-pitched and yet barely audible to her. "I... I somehow shrunk and ended up on this movie set. I didn't mean to invade your privacy or cause any harm." Florence's expression softened slightly as she listened to John's frantic explanation and was won over by the sheer inanity of the situation.
"Well, you've certainly to get my attention, little man," she said, her tone a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I must admit, I'm not quite sure how to handle this. But you seem harmless enough, I mean in the sense that it's not like you'd be able to do anything to me if you tried, right? And I suppose I can't blame you entirely for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then again, you say you have absolutely no idea how you ended up here? That's pretty hard to believe. You just happened to be on the bed while I'm filming an intimate scene..."
John had to come totally clean, and why not? He had nothing to lose. "Alright, honestly, this might sound even harder to believe, but I just wished upon a star to... to be near you, with you, somehow, because I just absolutely adore you, I think you're just the most gorgeous woman to have ever walked this Earth, and then it just happened." Florence smirked as she processed his admission. "You are absolutely mad, little man. Well, there's no way I believe that, but let's say I did, what exactly is it about me that you find so incredibly sexy that you just couldn't help but be here with me?" she inquired, clearly having enjoyed the flattery.
John's eyes widened with a mix of nervousness and excitement as he gathered his thoughts. "Florence, it's everything about you," he confessed earnestly. "From your English raspy accent that sends shivers down my spine, to your vibrant personality that captivates me, your blonde hair that shines like sunlight, and your thicc body that I find incredibly enticing. But most of all, it's your gorgeous feet. I've always had a fascination with them, and the thought of being close to them is overwhelming."
Florence couldn't help but be entertained by John's earnest words. The audacity of his desires, coupled with his willingness to express them, brought a smirk to her face. "You're quite something, little man," she remarked, her voice filled with amusement. "Alright, well, since you're here now and nothing's gonna change that, how about you carry on complimenting me while you tend to these feet that you love so much, hm?"
The suggestion sent a surge of excitement through John's tiny body. He couldn't believe his luck. "Are you serious? There's nothing I would want more," he exclaimed, his tone one of desire and desperation. With the utmost care, he approached Florence's propped-up bare feet, his tiny hands gently tracing along the arches and heels.
The tangy scent of Florence's slightly sweaty soles engulfed John's senses as he leaned in closer, the object of his desire mere inches away. He pressed delicate kisses upon her soft skin, his lips showering her feet with affection. Florence watched on, amused, as John meticulously tended to her feet. The tingling sensation of his tiny kisses made her smirk grow wider. "You're too much, little man," she chuckled, her voice laced with amusement. "But continue." She relished in the attention, her gaze fixed on John. "Maybe having a tiny, little secret admirer all to myself isn't so bad," she mused, eyelids closed, eyes rolling back in relaxation. "I might just keep you."
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