I wander in, wearing a pair of yoga pant capris and a nude crop top bralette. My hair is in a high ponytail that bobs as I think out loud about the amazing yoga workout that I just did! My pants ride low enough on my hips that you can see the top of my booty-crack, and when I sit down in a chair to relax, even more booty cleavage is noticeably revealed. As I absent-mindedly occupy my time on my phone, I occasionally reach back to scratch the top of my ass-crack. After a bit of this, a look of confusion crosses my face because I can't seem to figure out what is causing me to be so itchy back...

I wander in, wearing a pair of yoga pant capris and a nude crop top bralette. My hair is in a high ponytail that bobs as I think out loud about the amazing yoga workout that I just did! My pants ride low enough on my hips that you can see the top of my booty-crack, and when I sit down in a chair to relax, even more booty cleavage is noticeably revealed. As I absent-mindedly occupy my time on my phone, I occasionally reach back to scratch the top of my ass-crack. After a bit of this, a look of confusion crosses my face because I can't seem to figure out what is causing me to be so itchy back there. Upon closer inspection, you can see that there is a tiny one-inch man who is stuck at the top of my butt cleavage, between the cheeks there. I reached back again to scratch the troublesome spot, unaware that he has obviously wound up there somehow through misadventure. I reach back once more for a more thorough scratching by shoving my fingers down the back of my pants a little further, causing him to advance deeper between my sweaty, freshly worked out, cheeks. I decide to adjust my pants by standing up and yanking them up higher while wiggling them into place, thus causing my booty to jiggle. Feeling better about my pants positioning, I go back to sitting down and messing around on my phone. Another confused look eventually crosses my face while I try to figure out what is going on between my booty cheeks! I keep feeling something weird, and wiggling, back there, so I stand up and pull down the capris to expose a tiny tiny g-string thong underneath. I reach deep between my cheeks and after digging around for a bit in all that juicy real-estate, I discover the little man and pull him out. I raise him close up to my face so I can check him out. When I realize it's a little man, I giggle and ask if he's been the one in my sweaty booty cheek? Before he can really answer, an idea swiftly enters my mind and I tell him that I've always wanted a butt toy, or a butt boy, or a butt-plug boy, or just a butt-something. So, I turn around and slide him back down deep between my cheeks over the thong. I slowly sit down enjoying the sensation of him wiggling and moving around. I proceed to bounce around, and wiggle my hips, while pondering out loud how he could've possibly gotten down there, but also about how I'm so very happy that he did! Whether it's from the stress of being in a sweaty booty-crack, or from him wanting to actually be there, I get immense enjoyment out of the pleasurable sensations he is causing me when he moves about. I go on for a while like this until I decide that I should probably check on him a little bit. I check on him briefly and ask how he's doing, but don't wait for an answer. I shove him right back to where he was, but now I place him under my thong and against my butthole. When I sit back down I can feel him sliding around, in, and on places that no tiny man has ever gone before. Again, I wiggle, bounce, and stand up to sit right back down, so I can enjoy the exciting sensations he creates, over and over. Of which, he does an excellent job by flailing and wiggling around like crazy. I imagine that he's moving like that to try and please me, so I continue doing all the motions to get the most pleasure from it. I then get the bright idea that I should find an even more intense yoga work-out than the one I did before this, but this time with him struggling back there. I figure that it would be the most amazing combination of sensations to get to feel him moving about while I work out. I slowly pull on my yoga pant capris so I can prepare to go have a the most epically scrumptious time. It also looks like I made a new sweaty-butt friend til the end.

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