Dory Wetpaw - Tiny tongue for giantess' pussy

Dory Wetpaw - Tiny tongue for giantess' pussy

As Dory Wetpaw sat on her throne, her massive ass quaked gently in anticipation. She was eager for the tiny man to come into her view, to see the look of terror in his eyes as he realized just how small he truly was in comparison to her giantess form. When he finally came within reach, she couldn't resist the urge to toy with him. With a wicked grin, she scooped him up in one hand, his entire body fitting snugly in her palm. She held him up to eye level, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes were wide with fear, but there was something else there too - an unexpected twinkle of desire. "What do you want from me?" he whispered, his voice trembling. Dory's smile turned predatory as she leaned in closer, her warm breath caressing his lips. "You know what I want," she purred. "I want you to worship my big ass and my huge pussy." Without another word, she lowered him onto her enormous lap, his head disappearing between her thighs. She felt his tiny tongue tracing the outline of her labia, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a moan, she reached down and gently guided his head towards her engorged clit. "Lick it," she commanded. "Lick my clit and make me cum." His tongue was soft and gentle as it traced circles around her throbbing nub. She could feel him growing bolder as he explored deeper into her folds, the wet sounds of his lapping echoing in the room. She couldn't help but to squirm on his lap, grinding her hips against his face in time with his actions. Suddenly, she felt the familiar tingle building in her lower regions. She knew what was coming - she could feel the pressure mounting deep within her. With a cry of pleasure, she let go, her entire body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her crotch drenched his face as she started to squirt, her huge labia slapping against his cheeks like wet tentacles. As the orgasm subsided, she leaned back, taking in the sight of his drenched face and the state of her thong. It was beyond soaked, clinging to his face like a second skin. She reached down and tore it off, revealing her wet pussy to his gaze. "Now," she said, her voice hoarse from the pleasure, "it's your turn." She positioned his tiny erection at her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto him, his cock disappearing into her warm, wet depths. With each thrust, she felt him grow bigger, filling her up with his tiny girth. It was an incredible feeling, one that made her whole body shudder with delight. As they moved together, she looked down at him, her face only inches from his. Their eyes met, and she could see the combination of fear and desire in his gaze. She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, tasting herself on his tongue. "You're doing a good job," she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. "Keep going." And so they continued, their bodies moving together in a dance of domination and submission. With each passing moment, Dory Wetpaw felt herself falling deeper under the spell of this tiny man, her need for him growing stronger with every thrust of his minuscule cock.