Carla looks down at the hanging tiny and wonder what would happen if he fell. Would he survive the fall? Or would he be so injured that She would have to crush him under Her foot? Maybe he'd just bounce a little. Carla desperately hopes that it's the latter. Not because She's concerned for the tiny, just that it'd be the funniest.
I would try and climb up and kiss and lick Her nipple.
""Hold on, little slave!""
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