“I don't know about this.” Justine sat rigid on her girlfriend’s bed, fiddling with her fingers while Naila addressed the several small elephants in the room.
“Trust me, my pets are very well trained. Once you've tried them, you won't know what you'd do without them.” Naila knelt on the floor over a group of tinies. A dozen two-inch-tall men and women stood by the door to their master's dorm, each wearing a bright red collar around their neck, and waited as the last of them trickled in. “Now, let's see. We're still waiting on … Roberto? Come on, where's my lucky number thirteen?”
“I get they've consented to this, but I don't think I'm comfortable treating people like pets. Or sex toys.”
“Then think of them as devout followers here to worship us superior lifeforms. That interpretation isn't entirely off base.” The tinies brushed off Naila's potentially sizeist remark, understanding she meant no harm and finding her casual dominance supremely sexy.
Tinies who walked around campus wearing a red collar were known as Naila's pets, degenerates who willingly signed up to become the living property of the oversized nympho. The rules were simple: a pet had to wear their collar anytime they went out in public, and if Naila spotted a tiny sporting her trademark, then she had full approval to do whatever she pleased with them. On the way to your next class? Sorry, Naila needs a foot rub. Eating lunch? Naila's hankering for a meat mint herself. One pet, Carl, was on a first date when Naila passed by with a strong urge to have her clit serviced, dropping the guy in her panties right then and there. His date, Linda, was so intrigued that she signed up a week later, the two now standing together on the floor of Naila's dorm.
Another duty of Naila's pets was to answer her summons whenever she beckoned for them, the current moment being one such case. Naila wanted to show off her collection to Justine and take their already stellar love making to new heights.
“I'm giving Roberto five more minutes, and then his ass is grass.” Failure to attend to Naila's demands, whether not answering her summons, rejecting one of her advances, or getting caught not wearing the collar out in public, resulted in severe disciplinary measures. The tiny's collar and the privileges that came with it were revoked for a whole year, discouraging wishy-washy subs looking to Naila for a quick fix from wasting her time. She expected unfettered, uncompromising devotion from her followers, and was beyond pleased with the thirteen disciples she had accrued, save for the late one.
Four minutes later, the final tiny traipsed through the door, his shoulders slumped and his eyes glued to the floor. Roberto shot his master quick glances, afraid to hold her gaze for too long.
“There you are. We were waiting for you.” Naila pouted and wagged her finger in disapproval. “One more minute and I was gonna make the others watch me castrate you.”
A shiver ran down Roberto's spine, a part of him wishing he took longer to answer Naila's call. But no, he wasn't there for fun and games, he didn't spend the past half hour building the courage to accept more of his master's titillating abuse.
“About that. Naila, it's time I bowed out.” The room went silent, the other disciples and their goddess herself watching the thirteenth intently. “I'm honored to have served you and had so much fun while it lasted, but I've been thinking, and I realize it's time I tried my hand at a traditional relationship. One that can provide me emotional gratification rather than just hedonistic pleasures. There's this girl I like, and I want to ask her out, but not with this collar on. She's a big like you, and I plan to use all I've learned from you to please her. So, thank you. I'm sorry to dip out on you like this, but I hope we can stay friends.”
Naila stood up to her full height, casting the group of men and women in shadow. Her eyes beamed down on them, on Roberto in particular, like a judge from her bench. Her feet, each stretching the length of a bus, were close enough that a half-step would be all it'd take to flatten much of the crowd below her. Naila stood there silent as the grave, her expression neither betraying her judgment nor offering the tiny any mercy.
She turned around and walked to her nightstand, opening the drawer and sifting through it. From their vantage point, none of the tinies could see what lied await inside; not even Justine was sure what her girlfriend was looking for. After an agonizing minute, Naila returned to Roberto with two miniature clipboards in hand, kneeling beside him to hand them to the tiny.
“I'm sorry to hear that. You will be missed.” Naila handed the clipboard over, one holding a pen and stamp atop its pages. “This is the contract you signed when you became my pet. Stamp it where you signed to null it void.” She pointed at the other clipboard. “This is a release form confirming you're relinquishing all rights and responsibilities as my pet. If you change your mind, you will need to wait three months from today before I return your collar.” Naila was very litigious regarding her pets. If some prude cried foul about her treatment of tinies, she needed irrefutable proof of having received their consent. The release forms offered her former pets legal protection against her were she to mistreat them after their mutual split. She never would, and her pets knew that well, but the gesture served as a reminder of how remarkable their master was. “Whoever this chick is, she'll be lucky to have a lover as doting as you were to me. You'll have to let me meet her sometime.”
“Will do. Thank you for being so understanding.” Roberto grabbed his copy of the release form, waved his former master off, and made for the door.
“Of course. Thank you for all your hard work. Oh, one sec.” Naila grabbed her phone off where she set it on Alena's bed, and texted Roberto. “Take her to this restaurant. I know the owners. When you make the reservation, tell them you're one of mine, and they'll roll out the VIP treatment for you guys.”
After saying his farewells, Roberto departed, allowing Naila to get back to the matter at hand. “Alright. Any more deserters, or can we finally start this shindig?”
The tinies all affirmed their zeal, but one participant still had protests. “I can't do this,” Justine said from Naila's bed. “I know how much living out your god complex means to you, and I'm happy to share you with your tiny friends so you can fulfill your fantasy, but this isn't for me. I'm not into orgies. I'm not into tinies, no offense. I just want you, Naila. I'll do whatever insane porno shit you want, you know I enjoy it every time, but I just want you.”
Naila looked her lover in the eyes and smiled, the nympho's face illuminated by the sunlight pouring in through the window. She got up and sat beside her sexy librarian, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and using the other to play with her silky hair.
“My dear Justine, you're the only one who puts my pets’ devotion to shame. While I care deeply for my flock, what they receive pales in comparison to the love I reserve for you.” Naila rested her head against Justine's shoulder and spoke softly into her ear. “I do not have a god ‘complex.’ It's simply a fetish my pets and I share, one I'm willing to take more seriously than anyone they have ever known. It's not an orgy when you’re involved. If I shoved a vibrator up your pecker, you wouldn't call that a threesome, would you? In this moment, in this room, they are not tinies. They are not people. They are our property to be used however we see fit.”
The two women looked down from up above at the dozen men and women, a swarm of human ants gathered at their bare feet. They were removing their clothes, save for the collar, preparing themselves to sate their masters.
“I know it seems strange. I'm aware it feels wrong. But that's what makes it so right.” If Justine didn't know her partner better, she'd believe the mere words brought her to orgasm. “I simply ask you give them a try. Get a taste of my fantasy. Join me on Olympus Mons and let the mortals shower us with their offerings. Croquez le fruit défendu et savourez ses jus sucrés. Do it for me?”
Justine sighed, leaning her head against her lover's. “No fair. I can't say non when you speak French to me.” Naila shot up with her fists raised to her chest, shaking with excitement as a wide grin stretched from ear to ear. “I'll give your pets a try. If I'm impressed, and not weirded the hell out, then I'll stay with you on Mt. Olympus.”
“That's all I ask. If you don't fall in love with them, I'll never bother you with them again. I promise. But I'm confident you'll walk away wondering how you ever lived without ‘em. Like you said, I haven't failed you yet.” Naila rushed over to the kitchenette, barking orders to her pets. “Milo, Rekha, Lucy, Xavier! Warm her feet up for me.”
The four tinies approached Justine’s humongous peds, nodding to each other in silent agreement of their roles. Milo and Xavier got down and tickled the underside of Justine's middle toes, leading the giantess to lift both feet for them and allowing the two men to crawl under. She watched this group act with professional efficiency, the pair of naked women gesturing for her to lay her feet back down. Justine complied ever so gently, resting her feet so that the men were flat under her arches. Lucy and Rekha then wiggled their way under her toes, massaging them with their tongues and bodies.
It didn't feel unpleasant, the tinies servicing her feet with their whole beings, but it wasn't enough to sway the doubtful goddess. Justine sighed, reminding herself that these guys were into this and focusing on thoughts of her lover. Naila had given her foot baths before, and while freaky at first, Justine had long since grown accustomed to that incredible tongue working wonders on every inch of her body. The two inch strangers and their puny muscles could never hope to compete, no matter how much of their hearts were into it.
In no time flat, Naila returned buck naked and holding a bottle of honey. “Well, convinced yet?”
It never ceased to amaze Justine how quickly her girlfriend could change out of her clothes. “Please tell me this isn't the best they can do?”
Naila furrowed her brow and fell to the floor, examining her pets’ performance with a steady eye. “Milo, pick up the slack! Lucy, less tongue, more fingers. Xavier, pace yourself with the humping. You're doing great, Rekha. Keep it up.” Naila rose and looked to Justine while remaining knelt on the floor. “How about now?”
“That … Wow, that actually made a difference.” Her hesitation lingered, but Justine was much more impressed by their technique after they heeded their master's feedback. While far from convinced, she was beginning to see how her girlfriend got off to this, her feet sufficiently “warmed up.”
“Every pair of feet is unique. My babies are so used to mine, they needed some guidance on how to adjust to yours.” As she spoke, Naila gathered the rest of her entourage in her free hand, lifting them onto the Union Jack bedspread beside her partner. “But foot worship isn't for everyone. It's hard to distinguish between what you are actually into and what you enjoy because I'm the one at the helm. When my pets find your sweet spot, they'll have you eating out of their itty-bitty palms.”
“What's the honey for? We're not eating them, are we?”
“Only if you want to.” The fear that dashed across her lover's eyes told Naila her pillow talk went too far. “We aren't eating them. I don't have the setup for that. I considered breaking out some Vore Suits, but I figured you aren't ready for that yet. No, this honey serves another purpose; one you're too clothed to understand.”
At her girlfriend’s behest, Justine unbuttoned her shirt slowly and sensually, drawing out the unveiling of her generous chest. Naila sat atop her lover's khaki-clad thighs and licked her lips, her trigger finger itching to tear the bra off those glorious globes. But patience was key. She needed her pets to prove themselves before she sent Justine over the moon herself.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Justine asked once her shirt was off, swinging her gifts from side to side to hypnotize her nympho. Naila raised a hand on instinct, ready to reach around her shoulder and unhook her bra, but she had to contain her unbridled enthusiasm.
“I'll watch this time.” And watch she did, as did those gathered beside the towering women. Justine snuck a hand behind her and unhooked the bra, dropping her undergarment onto her lap and dropping her titanic tits to her lover’s amorous gaze. A few gasps rang out from the crowd below, curling the corners of Justine's lips upward in unexpected delight. “Marvelous.”
After tossing the discarded bra aside, Naila grabbed the honey bottle, rubbing her finger into the plastic bear's snout while staring at Justine’s nipples, and popped the cap open. “Francine, Gerald, to me.” Naila lowered her free hand and waited for the respective tinies to climb aboard, lifting them up to chest level.
“You're not thinking what I- Oh!” Justine was interrupted by the cool touch of honey on her nipple, Naila topping each with an amber drizzle. Before Justine could ask any more questions, or finish her first one, the nympho hung one pet off each teat, using the honey to glue them to the pink caps. Francine and Gerald clung tightly to the areolas and licked the bowling ball sized nubs, covering their faces in thick, saccharine honey as the amber liquid encroached on their miniature forms. A sense of satisfaction brimmed over within Naila's heart watching Justine's nipples grow erect, the woman panting at the tiny tongues working their way around the bends and into the ducts.
“Have I sold you yet, or do you require further demonstration?”
Justine shook her head. “I admit, oooh, I can't imagine a human tongue pulling this off. So delicate, yet so powerful. But their touch doesn't electrify me like yours.”
“Darling, you're judging the whole restaurant off the appetizer. Wait until the main course arrives.” Naila got up off the bed and knelt before her lover, the nympho’s knees straddling Justine's feet and the tinies worshipping them. The nympho undid the button on the sitting woman's pants and unzipped the zipper, grabbing the khakis at the waistband and sliding them off those slender legs, panties and all. “Excuse me, little ones. Coming through.” The pants fell to the floor, forming a crumpled beige wall around the worshippers, before Justine lifted her feet off of them, allowing Naila to toss the pants out of their way. Milo and Lucy fell to the floor, but Xavier found himself stuck to the sole from friction, and Rekha hooked her arms and legs through the gaps between toes to continue servicing Justine's foot midair. “Rekha, remind me when we're done here that I owe you a private session.”
Rekha didn't falter as two pillowy lips pressed into her back, her goddess rewarding her exemplary efforts with a kiss. The tiny was entirely focused on fulfilling her stated duties.
Naila returned to her lover’s lap, delighted to see Francine and Gerald swaying like windchimes. Justine’s panting had intensified, her chest expanding and deflating at a quicker pace as the tinies worked their magic. But this was only the beginning. With one arm, Naila held Justine’s shoulder and pushed her flat onto the Union Jack, taking her nipple ornaments down with her. The nympho then grabbed the remaining six pets and dropped them onto her lover’s flat abdomen.
“Go on. You all know what to do. I’m leaving my one and only in your care, so do me proud or there will be consequences.” The six glanced at each other and silently decided their roles. One man darted to the side and jumped onto the mattress. A thin woman rushed up through the valley of Justine’s chest towards her face waiting in the distance. Another man, burly and covered in hair, strutted towards the giant woman’s crotch.
“Hold on, Rufus. Not so fast.” Naila held her hand out to stop him. “Men aren't allowed in my angel's sacred garden.” She scanned her remaining flock still gathered below those mountainous tits. “Linda, I place polishing my lover's pearl in your capable hands. Carl, you'll do the same for me.”
Linda, with her arm hooked around her boyfriend’s, walked past Rufus and stepped onto Justine’s groin, the shaved pubic stubs caressing her soles like sand at the beach. She let go of her partner and gave him a kiss before their gigantic master took him for herself. With Naila straddling her girlfriend’s thighs, the tiny couple weren’t separating far. Linda repelled off the cliffside and caught herself in the fleshy crag, a strong feminine aroma wafting from behind the lips she clung to.
Naila brought the tiny man in her hand to her hungry pussy. Carl wasted no time searching out his goddess’ clit, embracing it with supreme deftness and eking a squeal out of the towering woman. “Before you get too deep into my lover, Linda, I have to ask: is this man of yours as good at eating tiny pussy as he is eating mine?”
“He’s the best I’ve ever had,” Linda said with a smirk. She turned to watch her boyfriend go to town on that giant maw, wishing she could join him. Or join Naila. “I see why you steal him from me so often.”
“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your voice? Mmmmmm, do a good job today, and I’ll find time to blow both of your backs out.” Naila ran a finger down Carl’s back, stroking him as he sucked her bean off.
Newly motivated, Linda returned her attention to the cunt in front of her and buried herself in the labia. Following the oppressive odor, fresh femcum spilled onto the tiny woman as Justine’s body responded to her penetration. A soft moan rang out far in the distance as Linda reached under the hood and got her hands on the prized pink fruit. As she groped the nub, turning up the volume on those distant moans, her thoughts turned to the man servicing the other giantess’ clit. Linda herself grew wet as the woman in her care, remembering all the ways Carl wowed her and putting that experience into practice for her new goddess.
“Hey, mistress,” Rufus called up to the giant woman, still standing above Junstine’s groin. “I get your girl’s vaj is off limits, but what about the other end?”
“Justine, my darling, are you opposed to a pathetic shrimp of a man kissing your ass?”
“Ah! Ah!” Justine was preoccupied at the moment. Not only was Linda heating her up like an unchecked furnace, the man who leapt off her, Albert, sidled up to her exposed armpit and began licking it. The cool touch of his tiny tongue gave her goosebumps. To make matters worse, the thin woman, Katarina, had climbed onto her chin and bent over Justine’s luscious lips, ready to dive inside. “S-sure. I'm okay with- Aaah!”
Justine was exclusively into women, but as Naila had explained, these tinies weren't people anymore. The miniature man worshipping her right nipple was no different than the woman on her left. The tiny tongue lapping up the sweat on her armpit may as well have belonged to anyone. Justine's eyes opened to the fact that these little folk were simply toys for her and her partner's amusement, and she grew up playing with both dolls and action figures. Granted, she appreciated her lover guarding her intimate spots; she didn't mind the dicks mashed against the bottoms of her feet, but she wouldn't want one in her mouth or pussy. But a burly, strongman reduced to licking her asshole clean? She certainly saw the appeal.
“Sounds like you have the go ahead.” Upon receiving his goddess’ approval, Rufus waltzed onto Justine’s thigh, slid down it onto the bedspread, and gazed up at the wall of flesh before him. Linda was half-submerged in the giant vulva, and Naila sat above the minuscule man, her taint a canopy. But the real prize in his eye were the succulent curves of Justine's booty, the underside of her cheeks visible as she lied flat on the bed.
Rufus dove into the gap between her cheeks, crawling through the trench army man style surrounded by thick, supple fat. Once he was far enough in, he sat up on his knees and searched for his target. Spreading her cheeks apart with his puny, muscular arms, Rufus found it. The puckered rim hung over him like a brown halo. He reached up, stretching his neck, and kissed his new goddess’ pecker. The hole lurched upward as Justine bucked her hips, and when it fell back, Rufus caught it with his mouth. He dragged his tongue around the wrinkled ring, relishing the woman's savory flavor, and more grunting erupted from her distant mouth.
One tiny remained standing on Justine's abdomen. The petite woman scanned her surroundings, an uncomfortable expression adorning her face. She trembled all by her lonesome, the more time she spent idling the more nervous she grew.
“What's wrong Ji-hye? Can't decide where to start?” Naila spoke to her last disciple with a soothing tone, like a teacher would to a loner in her classroom.
“A-all the good spots are taken,” Ji-hye said quieter than a mouse.
“The other pit is still open.” Naila pointed to her lover's other arm, but her pet just shook her head. Ji-hye's eyes were trained on Justine's belly button, looking down in shame at her inaction. Seeing this, Naila pinched the tiny softly on either side of her torso, lifting her up to her face.
“My shy, little Ji-hye. Are you nervous about serving another woman?” Ji-hye nodded, unable to meet her goddess’ warm gaze. “Awww, there's nothing to worry about. Mommy knows how antsy you get around strangers.” Naila brought Ji-hye in and smothered her with a big kiss, forcing the tiny to crack a smile. After a few seconds, she pulled back and looked her pet in the eyes. “But Justine is very special to me. It's important that you give her a good time. Would you like to swap positions with someone else? Any part of her that catches your eye?” Ji-hye nodded and pointed at the librarian's ample chest. “Of course. I should have known. Give me one sec.”
Naila bent over and planted her lips on her lover's left breast, licking the honey off and slurping Francine up with it. While holding the one squirming woman in her mouth, the nympho lowered the other onto the nipple, ruffling her hair before reaching for the plastic honey bottle. “There you go, Ji-hye. Suckle your new mommy's teat, and do me proud.” Naila punctuated her command by dousing the petite woman in the sweet, amber treat. Then, she pulled out the woman she had stuffed into her cheek, having sucked all the honey off her, and held her spit-soaked body in her hand.
“You’re on pit duty now,” she said with a harsher tone, knowing that was more to Francine's speed.
Naila dropped Francine off at Justine’s underarm and looked over her girlfriend. Her pets all threw themselves into pleasuring their goddess’ partner. Even Ji-hye found her fervor atop the giant tit, outperforming the tiring Gerald on the other. “So, lover, have my pets’ efforts bore fruit?”
“Mmph!” Katarina had long since slipped into Justine's mouth, the larger woman sucking her dry and trying her damndest not to swallow. Smirking, Naila bent over and locked lips with her girlfriend, breaching the librarian's mouth with her tongue. She lathered tiny Katarina in her saliva, trapping the poor woman between their writhing pink muscles. The thin woman lost her bearings in the flurry of taste buds, unsure whose mouth she was in anymore. Neither goddess was willing to relinquish her, the tiny having bathed in olive oil beforehand, bringing out the rich flavor of her Mediterranean heritage.
Eventually, Naila won the tug of war, pulling back with her prize pressed against her hard palate. She pushed the battered little lady into her cheek so she could speak. “I ask again: have my pets surpassed your expectations?”
“They're incredible! I've never felt so powerful. Eleven! There are, were, eleven people serving me. I had an entire woman in my mouth. You never told me tinies tasted so divine. These two licking my armpits; why does that feel so fucking good? And that lady in my snatch. Linda? She's about to make me cum all over her, and that asshole eating my asshole is only pushing me closer to the edge.” Justine could barely breath between her hurried words, the tinies unrelenting in their worship. “But I'm saving myself for you. These mere mortals aren't worthy of the honor, my one and only. I need you to complete me.”
“There's the answer I've been waiting for. Welcome to Mt. Olympus.” Naila lifted herself off her girlfriend and slipped one leg under one of hers, sliding her crotch forward until she was scissoring the other goddess. Their dripping pussies pressed together, reuniting the tiny lovers in a passionate embrace.
Naila grabbed Justine's right ankle with one hand, and groped her left breast with the other, sandwiching Ji-hye between tit and palm. Justine’s hips twisted to fit between her partner's thighs, lifting her ass from the bed and trapping Rufus between her cheeks. As Justine moved to lean on her elbow, Francine stepped back and avoided getting swallowed by the closing arm. Albert wasn't quite so lucky.
Katarina orgasmed inside Naila's mouth, the nympho sucking her cooch like it was hard candy. Milo and Lucy rode Justine's foot high into the air, the former plastered to the sole and the latter hanging from the toes for dear life. On Justine's other foot hanging off the edge of the bed, Xavier fell to the floor, his fall broken by the musty carpet. Rekha remained entangled in toes, continuing to service her goddess unhindered.
Of the twelve disciples, only Gerald remained unaffected by the goddesses’ change in position, lying exhausted on Justine's exposed breast. The enormous couple grinded into each other, mashing their pussy pets into one another as they covered them in ejaculate. Naila kneaded Ji-hye into her lover's breast, the tiny overjoyed to be groped and smothered by the superior women. Justine's moaning was loud enough for the neighbors to hear, Naila's harmonizing with hers, and the tinies’ grunts and screams providing a choral accompaniment.
Already brought to the heights of ecstasy before her lover got involved, Justine climaxed before Naila, nearly drowning Linda and Carl in her fluids. Naila calmed herself down, matching the pace set by her partner to let her recover. She let go of her leg and breast, freeing a few of her pets, and laid beside her sexy librarian. Justine laid flat on her back and panted, her relaxed arms dropping Albert off onto the mattress. Naila spat Katarina onto Justine’s sternum, Ji-hye sliding down to join her.
“What's the final verdict? Still not into tinies?” Naila kissed her lover softly across her chest and neck, warming her up for the second round.
“Can you add my name to those contracts?”
“Page four, section one, sub-section C: the S.O. clause. All rights I hold over my pets can be freely transferred to any sexual or romantic partner who receives my verbal approval. As of this moment, you are the first person to receive that honor.”
“Do they get a say?”
“Any of you dare challenge my decision?” Crickets. “There's your answer.”
Justine laid back and breathed, attempting to get her bearings among the sensual chaos. She learned so many things about herself ever since dating Naila, so much so she couldn’t remember what life was like before her. With her lover at her side and a dozen men and women scattered across her body, she truly felt like a god. Authority coursed through her veins and gave her a high no drug could compete with. Her mind ascended so far, it started grasping at extreme fantasies, possibilities once absurd now dangerously within reach. “What do you think of giving Lynn a collar?”
“Alena's girl?”
“I know it might sound weird, but during all that I couldn't get her out of my head. Think about it, subjecting a soul as proud as her to our whims, dominating her until she submits to our superiority. Doesn't the thought just exhilarate you?” But the high didn’t last. As the afterglow started to waver, the haze in her mind cleared and guilt welled within her. “What the fuck am I saying? She's my friend.” Justine looked down at the bodies covering her and panic took hold. “Oh my God. What is wrong with me? Using these people like toys. Abusing their size. Am I a monster? Naila-”
“Ssssshhhhh.” Naila placed a finger to Justine’s lips, leading her lover to look into her glimmering eyes. “You're perfectly fine. There's nothing to worry about. Ji-hye, what do you think of your new master?”
“I love her lots. I'm sorry I was so nervous at first.”
“Mistress Justine, you're amazing,” Katarina joined in. “I'll jump in your mouth any time you want.”
“That sex was out of this world!” Linda called out all the way from atop her crotch, holding an equally euphoric Carl in her arms. “We never knew such highs were possible. Thank you for having us!”
“My pets don't lie, and Ji-hye does not trust easily. I've done far worse things to each of them than what you used them for today, and they all adore me. You're not a monster. The fact you're so worried about them is proof you aren't.” Naila leaned forward and kissed Justine, lifting her out of her angst by the lips. “As for Lynn, I've thought the exact same thing every time I see her. Alena's one lucky lady. What'd I give for a shot to break that firecracker.”
“She asked me out before I met you. Before she introduced us. Can you believe I rejected her?”
“I'm glad you did.” Naila lunged forward and snogged her one and only. Justine reciprocated, throwing her body into her nympho girlfriend. Ji-hye, Katarina, and Gerald were squeezed between the women's breasts, their squirming a titillating reminder of their goddesses’ supremacy. Before they got too lost in passion, Naila pulled out and gathered the wayward tinies, picking up the honey bottle and drowning the lot in a river of the sticky goodness. “Ready for round two?”