His tongue worked deeper into her slick folds, lapping at the creamy arousal that coated her entrance while his nose pressed into the thick, musky curls of her bush, inhaling the scent that made his neglected little cock twitch harder with each humiliating pulse. The throbbing intensified, his tiny shaft bobbing untouched between his thighs as the shame of his inadequacy flooded him, balls tightening painfully until a sudden, uncontrollable surge overtook him. Thick ropes of semen erupted from his inadequate penis in powerful spurts, far more than usual, splattering across the floor in sticky white pools that kept coming in heavy pulses, his hips jerking involuntarily as the orgasm ripped through him from the sheer intensity of her praise and the taste of her pussy on his tongue.

Melody cried out above him, her thighs clamping around his head as her own climax crashed over her, her pussy contracting rhythmically against his mouth and flooding it with fresh, tangy wetness that he eagerly swallowed. She rode the waves with soft, gasping moans, her fingers tightening in his hair before she gently eased him back, her body glistening with sweat and satisfaction. "Good boy," she murmured warmly once her breathing steadied, her hand stroking through his hair in soothing pets. "Now clean up your mess like the good boy you are—good boys always lick up every drop of their spunk." Timmy flushed deeper but obeyed without hesitation, lowering himself to lap at the warm, salty pools on the floor, the act reinforcing his loyalty as her approving touch and words wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, guiding him further into this devoted dynamic where his tiny throbs served only to heighten her pleasure.

Timmy finished lapping the last salty traces from the floor, his tongue tingling with the mingled flavors of his own release and the faint residue of her earlier arousal, before lifting his flushed face toward her. "Thank you, Melody," he whispered, voice thick with lingering embarrassment and genuine warmth, his small hands resting tentatively on her thighs as he gazed up at her with wide, adoring eyes. "For being so kind... for letting me taste you and for understanding my tiny cock and how it throbs when you talk about it. It means everything to me."

She smiled down at him, her fingers brushing soothingly through his hair once more, and drew him upward into her embrace. Timmy nestled against her soft curves, pressing his cheek to the warm swell of her breast while his spent little shaft and tight balls brushed lightly against her leg, sending faint residual pulses through his body. The musky scent of her bush lingered on his skin, mixing with the sweat-slick closeness of their bodies as he curled in tighter, seeking her steady heartbeat and the reassuring weight of her arm around his shoulders. His breathing slowed gradually, the shame and excitement from earlier ebbing into a deep, contented haze, her presence wrapping around him like a protective cocoon that quieted his racing thoughts.

As sleep claimed him, Timmy's body relaxed fully against hers, his tiny form molding to her contours with a trust that felt both vulnerable and profound, his dreams already flickering with images of her approving gaze and the promise of more moments like this. Melody held him close, her own breaths evening out in the quiet room, the air still heavy with the scent of their shared intimacy.

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