Media Impact Customs - Zoey Smokes and Fucks Her Tiny Bitch Boy CL

Media Impact Customs - Zoey Smokes and Fucks Her Tiny Bitch Boy CL

In the dimly lit room, standing tall, towering over everything was a mesmerizing woman named Zoey. She was an intimidating presence, her eyes locked with the tiny figure on the floor before her. The man, or rather, bitch as Zoey had come to call him, was trembling in fear as he gazed up at his new owner with a mixture of dread and curiosity. Zoey took a step closer, her giant foot barely missing him as she loomed over the tiny figure. She chuckled coldly, amused by his fear but not moved by it. "Hello, little guy," she purred, her lips curling into a sneer. "Aren't you just a little scared?" The bitch couldn't find the words to respond; he was beyond terrified. He couldn't deny that he had been watching Zoey for some time now, drawn in by her allure but never thinking that she would have any interest in someone like him. And now that she was here, standing over him, ready to claim him as hers, he felt both repulsed and aroused by the thought of what was about to happen. "I know what you're thinking," Zoey continued, her eyes flitting down to his cowering form before snapping back up to meet his terrified gaze. "You're wondering how I know your name, aren't you? And what I have planned for you." Zoey took another step closer, her massive body looming over the bitch. She could see the fear etched onto his face, the way his heart was racing in his chest. It was all so deliciously cruel. "Everything about you was presented to me when I bid for you," she explained coldly. "Your name, your likes, your dislikes... everything." With that, Zoey reached down and picked up the tiny figure, holding him up before her eyes. She examined him critically, her eyes raking over his body like a predator assessing its prey. "You're mine now, bitch," she purred, her voice low and dangerous. "I paid a lot of money for you, and I expect you to do everything I say." And with that, Zoey lowered the bitch into her mouth, swallowing him whole. The taste of him was exquisite, a mix of fear, arousal, and desperation that sent shivers down her spine. As she savored him, she could feel his body shrinking, becoming smaller and more compact within her. Zoey smiled, amused by the irony of it all. She had always been the type of woman who got what she wanted, and now she had this pathetic little creature in her grasp. She could do whatever she pleased with him, and he would be powerless to stop her. As she finished devouring the last remnants of the bitch, Zoey knew that he was now a part of her forever. She could feel him wriggling within her, alive and terrified, but nevertheless a part of her. And she reveled in the power that knowledge gave her. With a satisfied grin, Zoey reached into her pocket and pulled out a gum wrapper, popping the gum into her mouth. A small price to pay for such a delicious meal. From that moment on, the bitch belonged to Zoey. He was her toy, her plaything, and she intended to make the most of him. And as he lay within her, powerless to stop her, he knew that he had been consumed by her, body and soul.