Sahrye Loves Her man 2 - Sahrye - Feet - Ass - Handheld - Shrunken man - Doll
Sahrye, my gorgeous partner, had just returned home, her aura electrifying. She was wearing nothing but a crimson bra and matching panties, her skin still glowing from the day's indulgence. There was a certain spark in her eyes, a sign that she had something important to share.
"Sahrye, there's something we need to talk about," she began, her voice a soft, serious purr. My heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was coming. She explained that while she was away, she stumbled upon a hidden folder on my computer containing a collection of giantess videos and pictures of her own feet.
My stomach flipped as I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Sahrye just smiled, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want to please you," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry hum. "I want to try it out."
A shiver ran down my spine as she confessed to slipping a potion into my lunch, causing me to shrink down to the size of a doll. I tried to run, but she was too quick, her giant hands scooping me up with ease. She brought me to her face, her breath hot on my skin.
"How do you like my giant fingers wrapped around your body?" she murmured, her voice a playful growl. She kissed me, her lips soft and warm, her finger tracing the line of my crotch. She smiled, feeling my cock harden beneath her touch. With a swift tug, she pulled my pants off, her fingers stroking me with a skill that left me breathless.
"You shouldn't hide your fantasies from me," she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine. "I like the feeling of total control." She admitted, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She took me into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her eyes locked onto mine.
When she pulled away, her lips were slick and swollen. "I want to fuse your fantasies," she said, her voice a low, husky growl. "You love my feet, don't you?" She laid me on the ground, her feet teasing me, her soles rubbing against my naked body.
"Are you in heaven yet?" she asked, her voice a soft, sultry purr. She grinned, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and lust. "I love having you under my control." She gave me a long, slow-toe job, her feet working me in a way that left me gasping.
As I neared the edge, she counted down, her voice a low, husky growl. "Do you like me bigger?" she asked, her eyes never leaving mine. "Should I get bigger, baby?" She talked about growing, her voice a sultry purr as she described her transformation from normal to giantess, her words pushing me over the edge.
As I lay there, panting and spent, she smiled, her eyes soft and warm. "As long as you're nice to me," she said, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I'll give you this treatment once a week." And with that promise, I knew I was in for a world of pleasure, a world where my wildest fantasies would come to life.
