She deliberately slipped him in only halfway; with his arms and torso free, his attempts to escape her vagina's overwhelming grip are focused rather than random and panicky. Specifically, he's trying to pull himself out by grabbing for her increasingly protruding clitoris.
It feels so good.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately for him, every tug he makes causes her pussy to spasm in delight, clenching his tiny form even harder and pulling him just a little further into her hot, wet depths. With every millimeter he loses to her cunt, he tries to hold on to her clit with even more frantic strength, resulting in yet another pull from her firm grip. It's a delicious, vicious circle.
It can't last. Eventually, his only handhold gets too slippery, and he's lost too much ground besides. He's slowly swallowed by vertical lips that, hungry for his body, are going to chew on him with muscles completely entombing him.
But he'll live; she doesn't let her toys go to waste so easily, and she'll be using this toy for a long time.
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