Media Impact Customs - Keri Has a Tiny Footboy Under Her Desk JOI CL
A Giantess's Disdainful Ignorance
As Keri strutted into the office, her heels clicking against the marble floor, she didn't even spare a glance at the pathetic excuse for a footboy curled up under her desk. Her phone buzzed, and without missing a beat, she picked it up and began to type away, oblivious to the helpless figure at her feet.
With a hollow thud, she dropped her bag on the desk and kicked off her shoes, revealing long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. Her toes flexed as she uncrossed her legs, revealing the tiniest sliver of black lace panties that barely contained her growing desire.
Without any further acknowledgment of the dummy beneath her, Keri leaned back in her chair and propped her feet up on the desk, fully exposing the smooth, bare skin of her soles. She sighed contentedly, feeling the warmth radiating from her feet as they made contact with the dummy's crotch.
For the next several minutes, Keri was lost in a world of her own, completely ignoring the pathetic creature beneath her. She ran her fingers through her hair, tossing it over her shoulder, as she absentmindedly rubbed her feet against the dummy's crotch. Her heels dug into the fabric, eliciting a soft moan from the dummy that only seemed to fuel her disregard.
Her phone buzzed again, and this time, she picked it up with a sigh. "What is it now?" she growled, the hint of annoyance in her voice barely masking the desire that was building within her. As she spoke, she shifted her weight, pressing her foot harder against the dummy's crotch, feeling the warmth spread through her body.
The dummy whimpered, its eyes pleading with her to stop, but Keri only smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. She ran her fingers through her hair again, feeling the power coursing through her veins as she continued to ignore the pathetic creature beneath her.
With a final glance over her shoulder, Keri leaned back in her chair, stretching her long legs out in front of her. The dummy's crotch was now fully exposed to her feet, and she took a deep breath, preparing for what was to come.
As she began to rub her feet against the dummy's crotch, her movements became more deliberate, more forceful. The dummy squirmed beneath her, but it was too late. With a final thrust, Keri pushed her foot against the dummy's groin, feeling the warmth seep through her skin as it reached its climax.
With a satisfied smirk, Keri removed her foot from the dummy's crotch and leaned forward, resting her hand on her hip as she watched the pathetic figure beneath her shudder in ecstasy. "That's what you get for getting hard under my desk," she purred, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down the dummy's spine.
With one last glance at the now-limp figure before her, Keri stood up, her towering height dwarfing the pathetic footboy. She straightened her skirt, adjusted her blazer, and walked out of the office, leaving a trail of desire and power in her wake.
As the door clicked shut behind her, the dummy lay there, catching its breath, wondering when it would be its next turn to experience the overwhelming power of the giantess.
Keri's Control
Keri sauntered back into the office, her heels clicking against the marble floor once again. She didn't even spare a glance at the dummy, instead focusing on her laptop screen. It was as if the entire encounter never happened, and the dummy was nothing more than a mere object under her control.
Without further ado, Keri sat down at her desk, propped her feet up on the edge, and began to type away, completely ignoring the pathetic creature beneath her desk. Her phone buzzed again, and she picked it up with a sigh, already anticipating another interruption.
As she spoke into the phone, her foot brushed against the dummy's crotch, sending shivers down its spine. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, reminding the dummy of its place in Keri's world.
For the next several minutes, Keri was lost in a world of her own, completely oblivious to the dummy's existence. She ran her fingers through her hair, tossed it over her shoulder, and continued to type away, her heels digging into the dummy's crotch every so often.
The dummy whimpered, its eyes pleading with her to stop, but Keri was in her own world. She was powerful, in control, and the dummy was nothing more than a plaything at her disposal.
With a final glance over her shoulder, Keri leaned back in her chair, her long legs stretched out in front of her. The dummy's crotch was once again exposed to her feet, and she took a deep breath, preparing for what was to come.
As she began to rub her feet against the dummy's crotch, her movements became more deliberate, more forceful. The dummy squirmed beneath her, but it was too late. With a final thrust, Keri pushed her foot against the dummy's groin, feeling the warmth seep through her skin as it reached its climax once again.
With a satisfied smirk, Keri removed her foot from the dummy's crotch and leaned forward, resting her hand on her hip as she watched the pathetic figure beneath her shudder in ecstasy. "That's what you get for getting hard under my desk," she purred, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down the dummy's spine.
With one last glance at the now-limp figure before her, Keri stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked out of the office, leaving a trail of desire and power in her wake. The dummy lay there, catching its breath, wondering when it would be its next turn to experience the overwhelming power of the giantess.
Keri's Reign
Keri strutted back into the office, her confidence radiating from every pore. She didn't even bother looking at the pathetic dummy under her desk, instead focusing on the task at hand. Her phone buzzed again, and she picked it up with a sigh, already anticipating another interruption.
As she spoke into the phone, her foot brushed against the dummy's crotch, sending shivers down its spine. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, reminding the dummy of its place in Keri's world.
For the next several minutes, Keri was lost in a world of her own, completely ignoring the dummy's existence. She ran her fingers through her hair, tossed it over her shoulder, and continued to type away, her heels digging into the dummy's crotch every so often.
The dummy whimpered, its eyes pleading with her to stop, but Keri was in her own world. She was powerful, in control, and the dummy was nothing more than a plaything at her disposal.
With a final glance over her shoulder, Keri leaned back in her chair, her long legs stretched out in front of her. The dummy's crotch was once again exposed to her feet, and she took a deep breath, preparing for what was to come.
As she began to rub her feet against the dummy's crotch, her movements became more deliberate, more forceful. The dummy squirmed beneath her, but it was too late. With a final thrust, Keri pushed her foot against the dummy's groin, feeling the warmth seep through her skin as it reached its climax yet again.
With a satisfied smirk, Keri removed her foot from the dummy's crotch and leaned forward, resting her hand on her hip as she watched the pathetic figure beneath her shudder in ecstasy. "That's what you get for getting hard under my desk," she purred, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down the dummy's spine.
With one last glance at the now-limp figure before her, Keri stood up, straightened her skirt, and walked out of the office, leaving a trail of desire and power in her w
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