She was a real giantess. Nothing half-baked, but a real honest-to-god,
eighty story tall, bikini clad goddess. One that sank ships with her
thighs. One that stepped on buildings and cars like they were toys, and
crushed people like they were bugs. And she knew that that strange
sensation was lust. Power lust. Sexual lust. She was a big woman in a
little city. And. And. And what?
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.18 seconds at 9:18am on Feb 07, 2025 via server WEBX1.