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Nicoletta the Giantess and the Dance of Light in the Room of Miniatures video from NicoleFetish
Nicoletta the Giantess and the Dance of Light in the Room of Miniatures by NicoleFetish The afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains, painting the room with streaks of golden light. In the large bedroom, furnished with miniature furniture that looked like toys, Nicoletta stretched, yawning. She had just woken from her afternoon nap. Nicoletta was a giantess, at least thirty feet tall. Her hair was a waterfall, her skin was smooth as porcelain and her large eyes shone with an inner light. She wore a simple fishnet dress, too short to contain her long legs. In one fluid movement, Nicoletta rose from the four-poster bed that seemed like a cradle for her size. Her legs, long and slender, were exposed by the dress. Her skin was perfect, without a blemish, and the muscles flexed beneath the surface as she moved. Her toes, delicate despite their size, barely touched the plush carpet. Nicoletta approached the computer, intrigued by the commotion she could hear coming from the street below. She threw open the curtains, and her figure filled the entire window. The passersby, tiny as ants from that perspective, stopped with their mouths open, pointing at the giantess with amazement and fear. Nicoletta smiled, amused by their reaction. She bent slightly, resting her elbows on the windowsill, offering an even more spectacular view of her legs. Her feet, big as cars, seemed to touch the roofs of the lower houses. For a moment, time seemed to stop. The giantess framed by the window, the sun illuminating her skin, the tiny humans watching her with a mixture of fear and fascination. It was a surreal image, a scene out of a dream. Then, Nicoletta withdrew from the window, letting the curtains fall. The magic was broken, life resumed its course. But the memory of the giantess and her infinite legs remained imprinted in the minds of passersby, a secret whispered in awe. Il sole pomeridiano filtrava attraverso le tende di pizzo, dipingendo la stanza con strisce di luce dorata. Nella vasta camera da letto, arredata con mobili in miniatura che sembravano giocattoli, Nicoletta si stiracchiò, sbadigliando. Era appena sveglia dal suo riposino pomeridiano e i suoi muscoli erano ancora intorpiditi dal sonno. Nicoletta era una gigantessa, alta almeno dieci metri. I suoi capelli erano una cascata, la sua pelle era liscia come la porcellana e i suoi occhi grandi brillavano di una luce interiore. Indossava un semplice vestito a rete, troppo corto per contenere le sue lunghe gambe. Con un movimento fluido, Nicoletta si alzò dal letto a baldacchino che sembrava una culla per le sue dimensioni. Le sue gambe, lunghe e affusolate, erano scoperte dal vestito. La pelle era perfetta, senza un'imperfezione, e i muscoli si flettevano sotto la superficie mentre si muoveva. Le sue dita dei piedi, delicate nonostante le dimensioni, sfioravano appena il tappeto felpato. Nicoletta si avvicinò al pc, incuriosita dal trambusto che sentiva provenire dalla strada sottostante. Spalancò le tende, e la sua figura riempì l'intera finestra. I passanti, minuscoli come formiche da quella prospettiva, si fermarono a bocca aperta, indicando la gigantessa con stupore e timore. Nicoletta sorrise, divertita dalla loro reazione. Si piegò leggermente, appoggiando i gomiti sul davanzale, offrendo una vista ancora più spettacolare delle sue gambe. I suoi piedi, grandi come automobili, sembravano sfiorare i tetti delle case più basse. Per un momento, il tempo sembrò fermarsi. La gigantessa incorniciata dalla finestra, il sole che illuminava la sua pelle, i minuscoli umani che la osservavano con un misto di paura e fascino. Era un'immagine surreale, una scena uscita da un sogno. Poi, Nicoletta si ritirò dalla finestra, lasciando cadere le tende. La magia si ruppe, la vita riprese il suo corso. Ma il ricordo della gigantessa e delle sue gambe infinite rimase impresso nella mente dei passanti, un segreto sussurrato con timore reverenziale.
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Step-SONS FOOT RUB TURN SEXUAL video from TabithaXXX
Step-SONS FOOT RUB TURN SEXUAL by TabithaXXX Step-Mom Dianna regularly gives her step-son foot jobs and she loves to talk about how dirty and wrong it is as she strokes his cock with her hands, and of course, her feet. She relishes in the dirty secret they have. She reflects on how this must be her fault because she always let him rub her feet on the couch at night as they watched her favorite show “Forensic Files”, even though she could feel his erection under the blanket on the couch when he was doing it. Even letting him use lotion…she knew what she was doing to her step-son, but she didn’t care. She wanted it just as bad as he did, she wanted to push the boundaries of what a step-mother should be to her step-son. She would even sometimes put a blanket over herself as she touched herself as he played with her feet. She thought he didn’t notice, but he did of course. The unspoken arrangement they had with each other lasted for months, before finally step-mommy took her step-sons cock out from underneath the blanket and began stroking it with her red painted toes. She used so much lube and talked so dirty the entire time about how disgusting they both were, how wrong it was for a step-mom and step-son to do such things, and how this was out of control and hot but they couldn’t resist the  temptation. When she strokes his cock she often wonders “where she went wrong with him” and how she created such a fucked up relationship with her own step-son. This was their life now, as step-mother and step-son, He is obsessed with his Step-moms feet.
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