Lunas Little Store - Tinies Make Me Itchy

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Lunas Little Store - Tinies Make Me Itchy

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Tinies Make Me Itchy

Title: Tinies Under My Skin



As the day dragged on, Luna couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling of itchiness that seemed to be crawling beneath her skin. She strolled over to her vanity mirror, her eyes narrowing as she examined every inch of her body. The itch was particularly intense in her lush bush—she parted her legs curiously and leaned in for a closer inspection.



To her horror, she noticed tiny insects scurrying in and out of her bush. Her hand shot up, and she plucked one out from the dark folds of her muff. She brought it closer to her face, squinting as she tried to make out what it was. A sudden pang of hunger hit her—she could have sworn these insects smelled like pussy.



Without thinking twice, she scooped up another handful of the squirming creatures and popped them into her mouth, savoring their distinct flavor. This was no ordinary day; it was a day of discovery. She picked through her bra, finding more of these tiny intruders nestled in her lace.



Her fingers traced the lacy edges, the itchiness growing stronger by the moment. She couldn't resist any longer—she pulled her bra cup down, revealing a hairy patch of skin that was alive with movement. She leaned in, her breath hot against her flesh as she picked out the last of the tinies from her bra.



She held the tiny creatures in her palm, her thumb and forefinger forming a circle around them. They squirmed and wriggled, their tiny legs clawing at the air. She raised her hand to her mouth again, her tongue darting out to taste them one last time before she made her final decision.



With a deep breath, she opened her mouth wide, her lips parting to reveal a dark, cavernous void. Without hesitation, she dropped the tinies into her mouth, feeling them slide down her throat. It was strangely satisfying, like nothing she had ever felt before.



As she stood there, clutching her empty hand, she realized that this was it—she had found her new addiction. The thrill of the hunt, the itchiness that called to her, and the taste of these tiny creatures on her tongue... it was all too much. She was hooked, and there was no going back.

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