I get up slowly, stretching as a wave of tingling pleasure washes over my skin, something soft, tickling, and almost worshipful. As my eyes blink open, I realize I am not alone—tiny movements crawl across my body, swarming over my curves, tasting me, licking the sweat from my breasts and thighs like I am their divine feast. An entire tiny civilization has found its way onto me, and they have no idea the danger they’re in. Their touch sends shivers down my spine, each lick and caress sparking hunger I cannot control. They smell so delicious, their flavors driving me wild, and before I can resist, I scoop some into my mouth, savoring the crunch of their fragile bodies as they slide down my throat. But my hunger doesn’t stop at my lips. These tiny creatures keep clinging to me, burying themselves between my tits, crawling across my belly, and pressing desperately into the slick folds of my pussy. Their frantic movements only make me wetter, their futile struggles feeding my arousal until
