Canadian And Asian Giantess Fantasy - Taren Takes You Home Butt Crush FX - HD 720p Version

Canadian And Asian Giantess Fantasy - Taren Takes You Home Butt Crush FX - HD 720p Version

Tarin, the beautiful and towering giantess, couldn't help but feel amused as she looked at the tiny figure of the young man standing before her. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, and he was dressed entirely in geek chic attire - a t-shirt with a pop culture reference, high-waisted jean shorts that barely covered his behind, and shoes that seemed more appropriate for a casual stroll through a convention center than a park. He looked like the quintessential nerd, and Tarin couldn't resist playing along with him.

She'd been lounging in the park for hours, enjoying the sun while reading a best-selling novel on her Kindle, when the young man approached her. He'd been glancing at her occasionally over the pages of his own book, seemingly unable to resist stealing quick glimpses of her massive form. Finally, he'd gathered enough courage to approach her. She could still make out hisgrubby palm pressed against her generous thigh as if it was the highlight of his day.

Taren allowed a small smirk to form on her lips as she remembered the lengths to which he'd gone to try and make her notice him. She was amused, but not impressed. The tiny spec in front of her made her feel powerful in ways she could only begin to understand. So, when he finally plucked up the nerve to speak, he was greeted with a smile that could only be described as predatory.

"What?" His voice squeaked out, breaking the tension between them. He looked nervous, unsure of himself as he crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "What do you want from me?"

Taren stood slowly, towering over him, and tipped her head back to look down at him from her towering height. Her gaze was like a physical touch, tracing his body from head to toe, lingering on his crotch for a moment longer than was appropriate. "I think you know what I want," she purred, her voice deep and husky. "I want you to come home with me."

Her words sent shivers down his spine, and he swallowed hard, attempting to moisten his dry mouth. "What do you mean?" He asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.

"I mean," she leaned in close enough that he could feel her breath against his skin, "I want you to follow me." Without waiting for his response, she turned and began walking towards her apartment, her long legs carrying her with ease.

He watched her for a moment, the gears in his brain clicking into overdrive as he tried to process the situation. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that a day at the park would end like this. But as he saw the way her jean shorts clung to her shapely behind, and the way her giantess booty seemed to move underneath them on its own accord, he knew that he couldn't resist her.

In only a few minutes, he found himself standing at her front door, and without a word from her, he opened it and followed her inside. The inside of her apartment was practically palatial by comparison to his tiny studio apartment, and he took a moment to look around in awe. The place was spotless, and every piece of furniture seemed to be sized just for her.

"So," she said, turning to face him with a gleeful grin plastered on her face, "you've come to pay me a visit."

"I didn't...I didn't know where else to go," he stammered, feeling small and insignificant in her presence.

"Oh," she said, walking towards him, "I think you'll find that wherever I am, that's where you belong."

She stood in front of him, towering over him by what felt like an impossible height. Without a word more, she bent down at the knees and sat down on him, her massive weight pressing him flat against the floor. He gasped as he felt the pressure on his chest, the wind being forced out of his lungs as she settled into her position.

"Now," she said, resting her hands on her ample thighs, "let's see where this goes."

As he lay there, trapped underneath her, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd made a terrible mistake. But then, he felt the warmth of her body against his, and he knew that there was no turning back now. He was at the mercy of this giantess, and he was willing to let her do whatever she pleased with him.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of intense pleasure and pain, as she toyed with him like a cat with a mouse. She blew smoke in his face, teased him with gentle nudges of her fingertips, and even pretended to consider sitting on him again. The entire time, he could feel the weight of her words hanging in the air - the knowledge that he belonged to her now, body and soul.

As the night wore on, she finally leaned down towards him, her breasts pressing into his chest as she loomed over him once more. "Tell me," she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear, "do you want me to sit on you again?"

He could barely muster up the courage to speak, let alone form a coherent response. But he knew what he wanted, and he wasn't about to lie to her. "Yes," he croaked out, his voice shaky with fear and desire. "I want you to sit on me again."

She took a step back, her eyes glistening with excitement at his response. Without another word, she positioned herself on top of him once more and leaned down, enveloping him in her warmth and power once again. As she began to move gently, grinding her hips against him in a slow, sensual dance, he closed his eyes and let himself be swept away by the feelings coursing through his body.

He was hers now. Completely and totally hers. And he couldn't have been happier about it.