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Three perfect men, tiny and helpless, selected from the crowd and now completely mine. A shiver of pure, dark power ran down my spine as I carried them home. One I rolled gently and deliberately into the slippery, waiting reservoir of a condom, his tiny body a secret trapped against my aching clit as I rode a thick dildo, feeling his little struggles vibrate through the latex with each deep, grinding thrust. The other two? Sealed in a glass jar, his world became a dank, musky chamber. I watched their tiny forms shudder and flinch as I pressed my perfect, round ass against the glass, releasing a deep, rumbling, warm stream of my most intimate scent. Their surrender was a delightful visual treat before I brought the bottle to my lips, their tiny sweet-salty shapes sliding over my tongue to be swallowed into my warm, dark depths. Latest? A secret treasure. I felt a wicked smile curl on my lips as I slowly and deliberately pushed him deep into the tight, tight heat of my ass, my body becoming his entire, inescapable universe.