The Bratty Giantess - Tormented Tiny

The Bratty Giantess - Tormented Tiny

The Bratty Giantess - Tormented Tiny

The Bratty Giantess - Tormented Tiny
Every tiny’s ultimate fantasy. 2 pairs of feet covering every inch of his body. trampling, squeezing, teasing. our little tiny can’t get enough of us.

Laying on the cold, hard floor, the tiny's heart raced with anticipation. He couldn't believe his luck when he heard footsteps approaching. Two pairs of high heels clicked against the floor, coming closer and closer until they hovered above him. His eyes darted up, taking in the mesmerizing sight of two pairs of sexy feet. One pair of feet were a sensual pair of nude stocking-clad feet, the other pair was a sultry pair of tan-lined toenails peeking out from her heels. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he realized that these weren't just any feet; these were the feet of the brattiest giantess he had ever met.

With a devilish smile, she slowly settled her weight on his quivering body, pressing both pairs of feet firmly against him. He groaned as the nails of the tan-lined toenails dug gently into his skin. His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw her body descending towards him, her meaty thighs parting ever so slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her panties. "Please, Mistress, more," he whispered, his voice shaking with desire.

She chuckled darkly, relishing in his pleas for more. Slowly she shifted her weight onto him, grinding her hips against his face as he tasted her sweat and anticipation. "Mmm, that's it, tiny. Get a good whiff of your mistress' scent," she purred, running her free hand through her luscious locks. The tiny could hardly believe that this was happening. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, and now it was finally here.

As she continued to grind her hips against his face, she lowered herself yet again, pressing her breasts against his chest. He moaned into her soft hair, wishing he could touch her everywhere at once. It was like being wrapped up in a cloud of femininity, and he couldn't get enough. "That's it, tiny," she whispered, leaning down to nip at his earlobe. "You're mine to torment and play with whenever I please."

With that, she began to move. Slow, sensual grinds of her hips against his face, her thighs rubbing up against his chest. The friction sent shivers of pleasure through him, and he could feel himself growing hard beneath her. "Oh god, yes!" he cried out, incoherent with desire. He reached up, grabbing handfuls of her ass cheeks, squeezing them hard as he felt her body shudder with pleasure against his.

As she rode him, she didn't stop there. Using her free hand, she reached down and began to play with his cock, stroking it gently before wrapping her hand around it and squeezing softly. "That's it," she whispered in his ear. "Feel your mistress' touch, tiny. Let her control your pleasure." And control it she did. Her movements became faster and more erratic, grinding her hips against him in new and exciting ways.

Finally, unable to take anymore, he let out a primal groan as his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt her body tense above his, and for a moment, he thought she might have orgasmed too. But instead, she slowly lifted herself off of him, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Not satisfied yet, tiny?" she asked, running her nails lightly down his chest.

"No, Mistress, please," he pleaded, his voice ragged. "I can't take any more." She chuckled darkly, leaning down to nip at his ear. "Oh, but you will, tiny. You're all mine to play with now." And with that, she stood up, leaving him laying there, spent and fulfilled.