She leans down towards you, putting down her thick, strong arms so you’re in between them. The madras groans and bounces at the impact of her big hand sinking into the soft bed furniture.
Her golden-brown face slowly descends towards yours. Her eyes are deadly focused on you, her thick-painted, dark mascara, eyelids are narrowed while her pasty-white teeth surrounded by luscious, red lips snares at you, all while curly, long, black hair hangs down in a circle around you, falling lower and lower down. You close your eyes and turn your face away while cowering, rolling up in a ball of protection, but the amazon won’t have it. You feel a hand firmly grip the hair on the back of your head which makes you whimper by the touch and making your entire body flinch.
She turns your face back towards hers, and keeping your eyes shut is all you can do now, but without looking you know she is very close as the heat from her breath on your skin gets more and more warm and her low growl gets louder and louder. You’re breathing heavily, scared and lightly shaking, which all stops for a brief moment, like a heart skipping a beat, when she says in a deep and angry voice:
“God, you have made me SO mad.”
In a swoop you feel her lips press against yours, and her tongue filling up your mouth, both her hands gets behind your head now pushing your head up towards hers, preventing you from escaping her kiss.
The size difference can clearly be felt, it’s almost as she is trying to eat you as she numbs and tastes your lower face, which she holds steady with a hand on your left cheek. Her wet and slithering tongue thrashes around in there, rubbing and pushing your own tongue into a corner, dominating its space, forcing you to open up your mouth even wider.
At the same time her soft boobs are pushing against your chest and you can feel them smothering you like pillows filled up with water. Almost by instinct your hands digs into her boob flesh partly trying to keep her heavy weight off your body and partly to feel the comforting warmth of squishy tits.
You can’t fight it as an erection slowly grows in your pants, your mind is drowned by her natural scent, the smell of a dirty, sweaty gypsy who haven’t showered in days, poorly covered up by weak, cheap perfume, it oddly enough made you hard beside her heavy, body grinding against you.
Her savage pussy rubs against your bulge now, which soaks the pant's fabric, and she feels the lower swelling and knows that you’re ready for her now.
“That’s all it took? It’s almost like you WANT to breed me!” she mocks you, as she pulls away from your face, with only a string of salvia connecting you and her lips now. She takes her hands away from your face and places them on your chest, gripping your shirt and rips it apart while looming over you, her messy, gypsy hair covers half her face while she looks down on you saying:
“You secretly want me to control you, don´t you? You’re so *grunt* eager to submit yourself to me.”
She smiles wickedly, her dark eyes gleams as she throws away the pieces of your ruined shirt.
Next her hands go down to your crotch, where she gentle gropes your junk while watching you weep by the sensitive touch, you look at her with wet, pleading eyes and shivering jaw, silently begging her to stop, but her smile gets even wider seeing you destressed like this. Her hands immediate grabs the fly of your pants, ripping the zipper open with a bang, and exposing your stretched underwear beneath it. She grunts as she tears the rest of the seams at the middle and holds at last a pants leg in each of her hands.
Quickly she threw those destroyed garments away and swiftly tore your underwear clean off, giving you a minor wedgie in the process. You were now naked, vulnerable and helpless beneath a towering, gypsy amazon, who used to be a short woman with no strenght whatsoever. You immediately tried to cover yourself up, but in doing so you angered the gypsy goddess who wants your skin exposed and open to her and so she grabbed your hands in one and held them up like she was holding a trophy rabbit by its legs, and the other went down to feel your cock, appeasing the goddess’s mood once again.
It throbbed under her touch, as she gently glided her hand up and down the shaft.
“This is truly what you desire, isn’t it my little pet?”
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