Cuspindo e catarrando no meu cinzeiro humano
As the night sky loomed heavy with anticipation, My Slave found himself bound to a chair, his gaze fixated on the woman who held his fate. She was the embodiment of dominance; her every move spoke volumes about the power dynamic that loomed between them. Her hips swayed seductively as she walked over to him, a devilish grin playing on her lips.
"Tonight, my slave," she purred, her voice like silk. "I want you to experience the full force of my giantess fetish."
Without another word, she bent down and placed her mouth inches away from his face. The warmth of her breath sent shivers down his spine. Suddenly, a torrent of saliva cascaded from her lips, coating his cheeks and neck in a slick film. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the line of his jaw before delving into his mouth.
The taste of her saliva was intoxicating; it was a heady mix of power and submission that left him reeling. As she began to deepen their kiss, her hand reached down to his crotch, squeezing his growing arousal through his pants. The rough fabric scratched against his sensitive skin, heightening every sensation.
Her kiss broke off with a smirk, leaving him gasping for breath. She pulled back just enough to reveal the thick strand of her saliva connecting them. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned in closer, her warm breath once again teasing his skin.
"Now it's time for you to do your part, my little human ashtray," she whispered huskily.
Without warning, she leaned back in her chair, presenting her perfect lips to him. His heart raced as he leaned forward, his tongue darting out to taste the remnants of her saliva on her lips. As their tongues danced together, he couldn't help but feel the weight of her presence, the thrill of servicing such a powerful mistress.
Suddenly, she pulled away again, leaving him wanting more. But before he could protest, she reached down and plucked a cigarette from his trembling fingers. As she brought it up to her lips, her eyes locked with his, daring him to defy her. With a slow, deliberate drag, she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the intoxicating smoke.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she savored the taste, her head tilting back in ecstasy. Slowly, she exhaled the smoke, revealing a trail of smoke rings that swirled around them. One by one, she directed the smoke rings towards his face, enveloping him in a hazy cloud.
The room was filled with the scent of smoke and desire, and for the first time, My Slave felt truly alive in the grip of his mistress's giantess fetish. As she leaned forward again, her warm breath caressing his cheek, he knew that this was where he belonged - at her feet, serving her every whim.
