Goddess Rosie Reed - Rosie's 12 Days Of Christmas: Day 5 Little Men (standard definition)

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Goddess Rosie Reed - Rosie's 12 Days Of Christmas: Day 5 Little Men (standard definition)

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Rosie's 12 Days Of Christmas: Day 5 Little Men (standard definition)

On the fifth day of Christmas, Rosie Reed's thirst for power and submission reached new heights. Her studio was filled with the scent of anticipation as she prepared for her latest feast. Dressed in a red velvet dress that hugged her curves, she towered over her little submissive, his eyes locked on her towering figure.



With a devilish grin, Rosie descended upon him, her size amplifying the intensity of their encounter. She picked him up effortlessly, cradling him like a doll as she caressed his cheek. "Are you ready for your punishment?" she purred, her voice a seductive whisper.



Her sub nodded nervously, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. As she moved towards the table filled with tiny men, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. She placed him on the table, spreading his legs and exposing his vulnerability.



With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Rosie reached for one of the tiny men, picking him up between her fingertips. She brought him close to her mouth, teasing him before slowly pushing him into her mouth. The crunch of bone and cartilage mixed with the taste of her saliva sent shivers down his spine.



As she savored the taste of the tiny man, she leaned down, her breasts pressing against her sub's chest. She looked into his eyes, her gaze demanding submission. "Do you want to join them?" she asked, her voice low and threatening.



His response was a whimper, but it was enough to satisfy her. With a sultry smile, she picked up another tiny man, placing him on the table beside him. "Watch carefully," she commanded, her voice thick with pleasure.



Slowly, methodically, she consumed each of the tiny men, savoring their flavor and the power it brought her. Her sub could only watch in awe and fear, caught between desire and terror. As she finished her feast, she stood tall, her hands on her hips, surveying her handiwork.



"You may leave now," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. Her sub scrambled off the table, a mix of relief and dread washing over him. He knew this was just the beginning of his journey with Rosie Reed, and he had no idea what lay ahead. But one thing was certain: he was willing to submit to her every whim, no matter how twisted or taboo.

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