A year A year

I've always wanted to tell my crazy adventures here, but like everyone else, I'm going to describe myself. My name is Tiny, I'm blonde, chubby, coarse thighs and very nice. As you may have guessed, with me it's all in the diminutive; I have, wow! 1.20 meters of pure erection. Yes, I'm a crazy little dwarf for the smell of pica, believe? And the reason is obvious, right? My nose has always been at the height of all the sticks of the normal world. I developed this trait very early on. We were very poor. I'm the daughter of a housekeeper, also a dwarf, with a big, successful lawyer. My mother was a maid in the house of his mistress. The rest you can imagine. He filled my mother's potty full of fucking and I was born. He only took me on after a lot of fighting in court, and in his house too, of course! He finally separated from his wife after the day he woke up with her holding his pin in one hand and a knife in the other. She had just found out that he had a mistress and that she also ate her maid, my mother, on top of being a dwarf, right? So! Before I swam in my dad's money I only rode the bus and, very occasionally, I smelled a very nice smell, but I couldn't figure out where it came from. That intrigued me a lot, until the day when I stumbled on the front step of the collective and fell with the wind directly in the lap of a passenger, or rather, directly in his pants. WOW! WHAT A CRAZY BONUS! I was hallucinating. From this day on I became the biggest smell of pants of the city buses. I couldn't see a man standing there I was going to rub my nose in his pants. I discovered that I had a very different smell from one pants to the other, but all of them were good-smelling; taking out the smelly and careless, of course! Well, pinto by pinto I graduated as a lawyer and went to work with my powerful dad. I had a room to myself, there I was the star, but no one knew about my tart. It was very common for me to leave at rush hour leaving my car in the office space to "walk" by bus. But you must be wondering: "But did you only smell?" Of course not, right? I was the biggest douche in the North-South line. I never let a good pinto slip. I had a special technique of approach. At first, still inexperienced, I would ask the owner of the pinto: "What is the size of your pinto?" It was almost infallible, but I lost the small pikes because of their insecurity. Then I evolved in the technique and never lost any pikes. Since every man is vain and thinks he is the best, today I ask: "Is your pinto beautiful?" And the answer is always the same, "Of course it is, you see?" And I always want, don't you? From scent to scent I have known all the pinto types of the world: the straight, the large, the huge, the right-handed, the small, the crooked to the left, the normal, the curved upwards, the curved downwards, the thick with the small head, the thin with one head, the yellow, the black, the red, the white and the marvelous. Let's talk about this one. I was in my fancy room, after all I am fancy, you know... when my secretary announces a client interested in dealing with his visa for foreigners in Brazil, which was giving a bureaucratic problem. Behold, the door opens and enters, triumphant, a wonderful man. When I see him, I immediately jump from my throne and run to greet him up close. They took him out, didn't they? When I get close to that African giant, my nose is at the exact height of the head of his dick. I almost faint from so much excitement. What a smell! The fart was from the Republic of Angola, on the African coast. After the long consultation, he asks me about my fees; there was my cue. I answered that my fees he would pay in dollars at the end of the process, but the consultation he would have to pay on sight, there, at that moment, at that hour, at that moment, aff!, I was crazy with hardness and wanting, then, to fall on that stick. Asking him to stand up, I posed in front of him, opened his pants, kicked the monster out and went straight saying: "The consultation you will pay with this pinto". I didn't even wait for an answer, and I fell on my face, because by the smell I already knew he was one of the best. The man was a sex artist. After leaving me naked, he lifted me up until my pussy was at the level of his mouth and sucked me willingly. Then he was, completely naked, my God! Imagine a man of almost two meters in height, all defined and between the legs, a pulsating black chest with a reddish head looking at me, I thought, I want everything inside my holes. It's not because I'm tiny that my ass and my butt don't deserve all that, it's because it's all inside of me, yes, I've taken on every log you can't even imagine. Continuing the saga, he laid me down on the table, opened my legs and carefully so as not to hurt me (too much!) was shoving all that inside; it was so much mass of skin, flesh and muscles that it never stopped coming in; it took almost half an hour for his dick to hit hard on the door of my ass. Then the hurricane began. It was a crazy climb from beginning to end. He punched so much inside me that I think he was with the pin all peeled off. It was like this, he punched the bottle, pulled and punched in the ass, pulled and punched in the bottle, pulled and punched in the neck until he pulled inside me and enjoyed everything in my mouth. Almost drowned, etc. After regaining his breath, he, with an air of concern, asked if I had also joked, to which I replied in the can: "Now I'm going to start". I picked up that still-hard chicken all spiced up with fucking broth, booze and ass and I started smelling like hell and while I was caffanging the monster I was touching a hallucinated siren, and so it was until I was joking toooooo! The orgy was so great that I ended up with my sexual organ completely flayed and burning badly. Worried about keeping it in order, I picked up the phone, myself, and called the doctor: - Hello, are you from Mr. O'TORRINO's office?