I decide how you’re used - The neighbor - Giant Brazilian Women
The giantess glanced down at her new toy, her eyes alight with mischief as she held him between her fingers like a tiny insect. His struggling was futile against her immense strength, and she couldn't help but chuckle at his helplessness. She'd always found pleasure in asserting her dominance over those smaller than herself. With a playful smirk, she lifted him up to her chest, presenting her perfect breasts to him.
"Lick me," she commanded, her deep voice rumbling through his body. He obliged, his tongue darting out to taste her salty skin. It was an impossible task for him, but he didn't mind being at her service. She was in control, and that was all that mattered. As he lapped at her nipples, she closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his tiny tongue on her enormous areola.
She couldn't resist teasing him further, and with a swift movement, she slid him down to the moist heat between her legs. His head disappeared as he was swallowed up by her folds, and he could feel her muscles gripping him tightly. It was a strange and exhilarating sensation, one that left him both terrified and aroused. She used him as she pleased, her every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
The giantess reveled in the power she held over this tiny creature. He was nothing more than a plaything to her, a personal tool for her enjoyment. Every stroke and thrust was at her command, every moan and groan forced from his lips by her sheer dominance. She watched with amusement as his eyes rolled back in his head, lost in ecstasy.
When she finally pulled him out, she noticed something that made her smirk even wider. He was hard, his tiny erection pointing upwards like a flag of submission. "You'll only finish when I say so," she warned, her voice dripping with authority. With that, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him slowly, relishing the feeling of control as she brought him to the brink of orgasm.
His world narrowed down to nothing but her touch, her voice, her presence. In her hands, he wasn't a man anymore - he was just hers. She controlled every breath, every pulse, every drop of sweat. And as she finally allowed him to release, he collapsed in a heap at her feet, spent and satisfied.
It was a moment of triumph for the giantess, knowing that she had reduced this man to nothing more than a helpless toy, one that would return to her time and time again for her pleasure.
