Giantess Hot Novels & Stories

Gaby confessed, holding Thalia’s hands. “No. I was taking care of some Teca business, but now I’m here to spend the evening with you.” “Teca. Honestly. Teca is the worst mistress you will ever have, but when you return back home to me, I forget you cheated on me with her,” Gaby flirted, attempting to steal a kiss. “And I hate that I have to cheat on you with something you’ve always encouraged me to build,” Thalia said, growing closer with a sexy smirk.

I raised my head slowly and gaped, my hand flew to my mouth to stifle an involuntary shriek. “Is it me?” A gorgeous girl wearing a knee-length topless green gown with front drape, was what stared back at me. I was gobsmacked by my new hair color and bold makeup. My screams panicked Lisa and company, they went out and sent Hayden instead. “Oh, my goodness! Who is this hot babe?” He chuckled, showed me a thumbs up sign to calm me down. His unique praising style was one of its own. “I can see why the Moon Goddess is famous among immortals. SHE loves to create masterpieces!

Everyone laughs as she starts walking toward me in anger. "You're going to pay for that." Cressida swirls her hands around and creates a giant ball of silver with spikes sticking out of it. She holds it up to throw when suddenly the ground starts to shake. I look around and can't believe what I'm seeing. Davina has made herself a giant. She's at least twenty feet tall.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

she screams and I push harder and faster into her depths. “Te sientes tan bien, mi reina. Tan húmedo. Tan apretado. Tan cálido. Es como el cielo estar dentro de ti. La Diosa Madre arriba, este coño fue hecho para nosotros. La única cosa que se siente mejor que estar dentro de ti es tener Tesoro dentro de mí al mismo tiempo. (You feel so good, my queen. So wet. So tight. So warm. It's like heaven to be inside of you. Mother Goddess above, this pussy was made for us. The only thing that feels better than being inside of you is having Treasure inside of me at the same time.)” My dirty talk in her ear has her tightening around me, milking me and causing me to move faster inside of her.

There were all kinds of talismans, magic treasures, piles of elixirs, and many other treasures whose names could not be called yet, shining dazzlingly. Even the one behind the Gates of Hell let out a "hmm". "Here you are." Gina Jones looked at Caspian and said in a daze. "Give them all to me?" Looking at Gina Jones's appearance, Caspian suddenly felt a little interesting. This female cultivator named Gina Jones had the appearance that was not inferior to that of Jessica, Solana, and others. She also had the strength to escape from the siege of the four Real Immortal Realm cultivators. More importantly, she was very upright and even a little silly.

They shrieked at the same time, so I covered my ears because otherwise, my eardrums might break. "Hey! Don't scream! Shame on you! You might make her deaf!" said Kristel. "Oops! Sorry idol, "they said while making a peace sign. "It's alright," I said. "I'm Beann Ryztle Arcangel" introduced the skinny, brunette who had chinky eyes. "I'm Rica May Rubin," said the skinny, beautiful woman. "I'm Nicole Ragusta," said the tall woman who was wearing eyeglasses. "Annyeong! I'm Lindsay Ann Castro. Beann's cousin" said the woman who is only of average height and looks like a silent type and obvious kpop fan.

Holy mother of god! The woman was so magnificent, he couldn't find words to describe her. Every bit of saliva in his mouth dried up at the sight of her. Petite, with honey-brown curls covering her mound, rounded breasts, and curves in all the right places. Smooth skin with a hint of Kentucky tan. Her nipples were a dusky rose, and, right now, they were swollen and pointing directly at him. He wanted to run his fingers and his tongue over every single inch of her, lick her until his mouth was filled with the flavor of her and then start all over again.

Taking a deep breath to fortify her resolve, she summoned the courage to confront Gustav and remind him of her true purpose. With resolute determination, Vanya wordlessly seized Gustav's hand, forcibly releasing herself from his unwelcome and non-consensual embrace. Her breathing grew labored as she rose from her seat, fixing an intense and angry gaze upon Gustav. Her voice trembled with a mix of fury and defiance as she exclaimed, "I have no intention of succumbing to your advances and becoming just another woman you use for your pleasure, Sir! I came here to divulge crucial information about your rival company, Autoekomsten."

“Amelia Connells, isn’t it?” I turned at the sound of a warm, feminine voice. A woman, maybe in her mid-thirties, smiled at me as she approached. She wore a sleek white satin gown that shimmered under the lights, her dark hair swept up in an twists. Her energy was different, like confident but kind, with raven eyes that seemed to observe a lot. “Yes,” I said, shifting slightly. “That’s me.” I smiled. “I’m Grace Dubois.” She extended her hand. I just loved the French accent. “My husband owns Dubois Atelier. The famous clothing house here in Paris.”