Anza Black - Milking coffee & tiny
Giantess Milking: The Tiny's Morning Surprise
The Early Bird Gets Milked
As the sun peeked over the horizon, Anza Black, a colossal being towering at an immense height of 30 feet, stirred from her slumber. Her eyes, as large as saucers, scanned the room for any signs of life. She sniffed the air, catching the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee. With a satisfied grunt, she began to prepare her morning beverage.
However, just as she was about to pour herself a steaming cup of Joe, she heard a faint sound emanating from beneath her feet. Anza's eyebrow twitched in curiosity as she knelt down to investigate. To her astonishment, she discovered a tiny figure cowering beneath her immense bulk.
The tiny let out a muffled squeak, trembling in fear at the sight of the colossal woman. Anza's lips curled into a smirk, amused by the tiny's helplessness. She reached down and scooped up the tiny in one swift motion, cradling it gently but firmly in her giant hand.
"Well, well, well," she chuckled, "look what I've found." She tilted her head, examining the tiny with a curious gaze. "Tiny, huh? What are you doing here?"
The tiny let out a whimper, unable to formulate an answer. Anza sighed, deciding that it was time to take matters into her own hands - quite literally. She lifted the tiny up to eye level, her hand dwarfing the tiny's entire body.
"I think it's time for you to have your morning milk," she said, her voice resonating through the room like thunder. With that, she brought her hand to her mouth and placed the tiny between her lips, engulfing it in her warm, milky breath.
The tiny gasped, feeling the giantess's breath wash over it. Anza grinned, savoring the tiny's reactions as she began to milk it, her hand rhythmically squeezing the tiny's body until it let out a stream of white liquid.
As she watched the tiny's milk dribble down her hand, Anza couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control coursing through her veins. This tiny was at her mercy, and she knew it. And yet, there was something strangely arousing about the tiny's subservience.
Despite the tiny's discomfort, Anza continued to milk it, taking her time to savor every drop. She had no intention of hurting the tiny - after all, it was just another plaything in her vast repertoire. As she watched the tiny's body go limp from her ministrations, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadism.
But for now, she was content to enjoy her morning cup of coffee and the occasional milking of a tiny. It was all part of the game, after all.
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