Cassandra admired her handiwork (and footwork), looking down on all the defeated, tiny assassins, when she began to feel something against her thigh. A remaining assassin had managed to climb up high enough to jump onto her, scaling the giantess like a mountain. He was hanging from her utility belt when she spotted him.
She grabbed the assassin in one hand, using the other to pull back the pants of her costume. He got a brief view of her tight, toned ass and thong before he was dropped inside. Cassandra released the spandex with a snap, pressing him against her cheeks. They were firm, with just the slightest amount of cushion. Cassandra felt him squirming against her, and she began to grind against him to punish him.
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