Giantess - Glamour GIrls Dominant Handjob 199

Giantess - Glamour GIrls Dominant Handjob 199

Giantess - Glamour Girls Dominant Handjob 199 Clarissa, the arrogant Amazon goddess, stood before her full-length mirror, admiring her voluptuous figure. Dressed in a form-fitting, red latex outfit that accentuated every curve of her body, she casually toyed with the idea of finding a plaything for the day. Her eyes fell on the tiny figure kneeling at her feet, his gaze fixed on her reflected glory. "What do you want, slave?" she purred, not bothering to turn her head towards him. "The honor of pleasuring you, my queen," the voice was barely audible but it reached her ears. Clarissa smirked, amused by the pathetic display of devotion. "Well, you are at the right place then." She stepped away from the mirror, her hips swaying seductively as she made her way towards him. The slave's heart raced in anticipation of her touch. As she reached down, her hand engulfed his tiny cock like a glove, and he let out a moan of pleasure. She began to stroke him slowly, her grip firm yet gentle. "Do you like that, slave?" she asked, her tone mocking. "Yes, my queen," he replied, his voice shaking with desire. She chuckled, shaking her head at his weakness. "You're pathetic," she scoffed, but continued to stroke him as he whimpered in ecstasy. "I want to fuck you, my queen," he begged, his voice breaking. "Is that so?" she raised an eyebrow, her face unreadable. "Well, then. Let's see what we can do about that." With a flick of her wrist, she ordered him to stand up. He struggled to his feet, his cock still in her hand. She led him to the bed, her long legs moving effortlessly as he stumbled behind her. Once they reached the bed, Clarissa motioned for him to lie down on his back. She straddled his chest, her towering figure blocking out the sun as she loomed over him. "Do you really think you can fuck me like that?" she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Your pathetic little dick is barely at the height of my pussy." The slave trembled with fear and desire, his cock twitching in anticipation of her touch. "I'll do my best, my queen," he whispered, his voice barely audible. With a sneer, Clarissa leaned down, her breasts almost touching his face. She took his cock in her hand, squeezing it gently before guiding it towards her nylon-clad legs. "You can only fuck my legs," she warned, her voice cold as ice. "Now start fucking them." The slave hesitantly began to thrust his tiny cock between Clarissa's legs, his movements jerky and ineffective. She watched him for a moment, her expression unreadable, before leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Clean my mirror with your cum," she ordered, her voice commanding obedience. With that, Clarissa stood up, leaving the pathetic little slave on the bed. His cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come as he emptied his seed onto the mirror, creating a messy stain of desire. As he finished, Clarissa entered the room once again, holding a cloth in her hand. With a smirk, she placed the cloth in his mouth, effectively silencing him. "Now clean up your mess," she commanded, her tone cold and unyielding. "And remember, you are nothing but my plaything. I will use you as I please, and dispose of you just as easily." With that, Clarissa walked away, leaving the slave to clean the mirror on his knees. His cock was still hard, aching for more, but he knew better than to beg for her attention again.