You're a tiny, shrunken man, helpless and so very vulnerable around your giantess Molly. My giant leather motorcycle boots could easily you, and we both know it. I hold a lemon between my boots while I taunt you, telling you to jerk your microscopic cock for me, unable to control your excitement in looking up at me towering over you.

You follow my instructions, jerking along to my every command. I tell you that you must control your orgasm until I direct you to come. I tease with the lemon, rolling it under my heel, and in slow-motion, at the last second, I squash the lemon and ord... Show more