HGlock SM - Lover.pdf (2025) (145 PCS) (UNAWARE CRUSH!)

Jack Henderson had it all - a beautiful wife, two adorable children, and a thriving career as a financial analyst. But despite his picture-perfect life, Jack couldn't resist the temptation of forbidden fruit. Her name was Sandra, a stunning 24-year-old colleague with legs for days and a figure that could stop traffic. They started with stolen glances and flirtatious banter, but soon their mutual attraction blossomed into a full-blown affair.

Sandra was the ultimate femme fatale - seductive, mysterious, and a little dangerous. She had a way of making Jack feel alive, like he was 18 again. He'd give anything to be in her presence, even if it meant lying to his wife and family. Their clandestine trysts were filled with passion and excitement, a welcome escape from the monotony of married life.

But Jack had no idea that Sandra was hiding a dark secret. Little did he know, she was a cold-blooded murderess with a twisted fetish. Sandra lured men to her apartment, not for pleasure, but for sport. She'd shrink them down to the size of insects using her shrink ray, then leave them to their fate - either crushed under her stiletto heels or devoured by her pets. It was her sick way of asserting dominance over the male gender.

One fateful evening, Jack arrived at Sandra's apartment for their usual assignation. As he stepped inside, he noticed something off. The room was dark and quiet, an eerie contrast to the soft lighting and sultry music he'd grown accustomed to. Sandra greeted him with a Cheshire cat grin, her eyes glinting with malice.

"Welcome, lover," she purred, sauntering over to him. "I've been waiting for you."

Jack's brow furrowed. "What's going on? Why's it so dark?"

"Oh, just a little mood lighting," Sandra cooed, trailing a manicured nail down his chest. "I thought we'd try something different tonight."

Before Jack could protest, Sandra pressed a button and a hidden panel in the wall slid open. To his horror, he saw dozens of tiny men scurrying about, no bigger than ants. Some were naked and cowering, others were dressed in miniature suits and ties. Jack's stomach turned as he realized who they were - Sandra's previous victims, shrunk down to playthings at her mercy.

"What the fuck, Sandra?" Jack croaked, backing away. "What is this?"

Sandra's eyes flashed with a sinister gleam. "Surprise, darling. You're not the only one who knows how to keep secrets."

She pressed another button and a blinding light filled the room. Jack screamed as he felt himself being shrunk down, down, down, until Sandra seemed to loom over him like a giantess. She plucked him up between her fingers and held him at eye level, inspecting him like a lab rat.

"Hello there, tiny," she cooed. "Aren't you just adorable?"