As the last of the quivers subsided, Flo leaned back on the arm of the couch and took some deep breaths. A chuckle slipped through her lips. That wasn’t all that was slipping. She could feel the little man she’d named Thor sliding out of her. She could feel him pushing and wriggling against her labial lips, and grabbing at her pubes to pull himself from their embrace. Being careful not to throw him off she reached over to the side table to grab her pack of smokes. She could feel his tiny body tugging handfuls of hair as he climbed upwards, and she watched for him to crest the brow of her crotch before she finally lit up her ciggie and inhaled deeply.
“Well done Thor, that was a good one today. I’m surprised you’re still walking, I know I couldn’t just yet.” She smiled at the bedraggled figure, only a few inches tall, as he waded through her bush. He was coated in her juices from head to foot. She’d have to bathe him in the sink soon, before it dried and he got all crusty. That made it difficult for the tinies to move.
Glancing down she saw that the tiny she’d called Princess was still grinding away at her stiffened nipple. The sensation was delicious, and she could even feel the tiny patch of wetness between the little woman’s legs as she rode the nipple like a bronco, smearing herself all over it.
“That feels delightful my dear but you need to finish up soon, Thor needs a bath.”
The grinding pressure increased, and Flo couldn’t help but allow her hand to wander down between her legs and tickle herself a little. She still had an hour before Clive was home and she needed to get the tinies back in their tank. He didn’t like her playing with them when he was out as he got very jealous, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.