My massive body the size of a mountain, presses down over the top of your tiny little man body like it’s nothing, crushing you down into the mattress as I laugh, deep and rich with feeling, at how tiny you look squirming against my flesh and trying to move from under me. I feel you trying to touch that hard cock and stroke yourself but you can’t. Not under all this weight. You’re so small. And you’re getting smaller with each pressing moment. Too Tiny to Fight Back Look at you. Wriggling like a tiny little bug. It’s cute how you strain your muscles. How you push. And you still seem to get nowhere. My titanous thighs spread wide as the shadow it’s created covers you, like a blanket of darkness draping before they close on you, trapping you in place between my warm skin. You’re wedged between them. My flesh like warm, living walls that move slightly. I can feel you try to hump against the skin of my thigh, frantic, desperate. And I just squeeze. Slow, present pressure all over your tiny body like it would be easy to do, because it would be easy to do. Letting […]