Her dark maroon panty sank deeper between the curves of her thighs, leaving a bold triangular outline that seemed to glow under the circus lights. A huge crack was clearly visible. It was an image impossible to ignore, even for Stuart (the dwarf jocker) , whose gaze grew more intent as a strange heat stirred within him. The laughter he elicited from the children became automatic, his mind no longer focused on his role as the jester. He was feeling melting inside his underwear. He was imagining the exact size of her lower lips and entire pussy. He was sure that she must be having a well developed clitoris with fluttering feature.

The grand tent of Astro Circus buzzed with excitement as the spotlight shifted to the greatest gymnast, Alice. She stood poised on the highest rope, her body a vision of grace and daring. The crowd below held their breath, their eyes fixed on her every movement, their fingers clenching nervously in anticipation.

Down in the center of the ring, the dwarf joker Stuart entertained the children with his silly antics. Laughter and clapping filled the air as he juggled brightly colored balls and made funny faces, yet his gaze kept drifting upward toward Alice. No one noticed the longing that flickered in his small, sharp eyes, hidden beneath his exaggerated painted smile.

Alice began her act with a confidence that was magnetic. One foot balanced effortlessly on the taut rope while the other floated gracefully in the air. Her lithe form exuded strength and elegance as she stretched her body into a perfect pose. Her thighs, toned and glistening under the stage lights, parted slightly as she adjusted her stance. The maroon fabric of her costume clung to her like a second skin, the tightness accentuating the contours of her body.

Above him, Alice performed her stunts with a seductive confidence, as if she were fully aware of the effect she had on every eye in the tent-including Stuart's. The crowd cheered as she bent backward into an arch, her maroon costume stretching taut over her form, emphasizing every line and curve.

Stuart closed his eyes, unable to resist the vivid images flooding his mind. In the darkness of his imagination, Alice's figure came alive with even more detail than before. His thoughts lingered on her upper body, the firm, round curves of her assets perfectly shaped, standing proud and mesmerizing. He pictured the way they would move gently with her graceful motions, each shift and sway creating a tantalizing rhythm that captivated him entirely.

His mind drifted lower, envisioning the deep curve of her belly button, nestled in the smooth, flawless plane of her stomach. It was an alluring feature, a subtle dip that seemed to beckon him closer, inviting his gaze to linger and explore.

Then his focus settled between her thighs, where the tight maroon fabric hugged her body intimately. He imagined the soft, puffy contours of the triangular shape, its outline clear and enticing, emphasized by the delicate press of the fabric. He felt a strange tightness in his tool. His balls were swelling and getting close to his long part. The thought of that forbidden space, so close yet unattainable, sent a shiver down his spine.

In his mind, every detail of Alice was magnified, each curve and contour etched with precision, teasing him, haunting him, until he felt consumed by the intensity of his thoughts