Dory Wetpaw - Riding his tiny face

Dory Wetpaw - Riding his tiny face

Dory Wetpaw stared down at the tiny man before her, admiring the view. His body shook in fear as he stared up at her, his eyes wide with terror. She loved it when they reacted this way. She loved the power she had over them, the control she could exert with just a flick of her finger or a twitch of her leg. She was a giant among men, towering over them at nearly twelve feet tall. Her muscular body glistened with sweat, her ample breasts heaving with each breath. Her wet hair swayed around her face as she leaned in close to the tiny man, her hot breath fanning across his skin. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she purred, her voice deep and resonant. "Aren't you enjoying this? Aren't you excited to be in the presence of a real giant girl?" The man whimpered, shaking his head weakly. He had no answer for her, no defense against her advances. She loved that about him, loved that he was so helpless under her touch. Slowly, Dory lowered herself onto the tiny man's face, feeling his warmth against her skin. His tiny hands clutched at her thighs as she settled in, his nose pressed into her thick, hairy pussy. She groaned in pleasure as he began to worship her, his tongue flicking out to taste her creamy juices. "That's it, baby," she moaned, arching her back as she felt his talented tongue work its magic. "You please me so much." With each passing moment, the man grew more adept at pleasuring her, his tongue dancing over her swollen labia, teasing her sensitive clit. Dory closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his hot breath and skilled tongue. She couldn't help but grind her hips against his face, her wet pussy sliding over his mouth as she approached her climax. "Oh god, yes," she cried out, her voice echoing in the room. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" And with that, Dory's giant body shook with an intense orgasm, her pussy spasming as it pumped wave after wave of hot cum onto the tiny man's face. He held her tight, never once stopping his ministrations as she rode out her climax. Finally, spent and satisfied, Dory pulled herself off of him, her heavy breathing filling the room. She looked down at him, a mixture of pride and amusement on her face. "You did good, baby," she said, reaching down to stroke his hair. "You really did." With a satisfied grin, Dory stood up, towering over him once more. She leaned down, her giant breasts looming over him like mountains, and lowered her head until their noses were almost touching. "But remember," she whispered menacingly, "I'm the giant, and you're the tiny. Never forget who's in control here." The tiny man nodded meekly, his heart racing in his chest. He knew he had just tasted the power of Dory Wetpaw, and he couldn't wait to be under her spell once again.