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Jim's mind was a whirlwind of plans, each one a delicate petal in the bouquet of an anniversary surprise he was arranging for Sushii. However, Sushii, her heart having been shattered too many times by deceitful lovers, was a garden of suspicions and anxieties. She watched Jim's covert maneuvers, her breath hitching in her throat, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.
When Jim returned home, Sushii confronted him, her eyes blazing like embers, her voice a thunderclap. "What are you hiding?" she demanded, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. Jim, trying to keep the surprise intact, hesitated, his words stumbling like he was learning to walk. "It's nothing, you're overreacting," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
Sushii, a volcano of emotions, erupted. "I don't believe you!" she cried, her voice echoing like a battle cry. "I've hired an investigator. Tell me the truth now, or he will!"
Before Jim could finish his sentence, Sushii's anger morphed into a dark power. She shrank him until he was no taller than a matchstick. He stood before her bare feet, her toes wiggling like earthworms. She plucked him up, her fingers a cage around him. "I'm going to eat you," she declared, her voice a sinister lullaby. She dangled him over her mouth, a dark chasm of dread, then plunged him inside. He was enveloped in warmth and darkness, her tongue a slippery serpent sliding against him. After an eternity, she spat him out, her eyes gleaming with a new intent. "No, stomping you like a bug would be more satisfying," she mused, her bare feet beginning a macabre dance.
A phone call interrupted her grim performance. Distracted, Sushii turned away, allowing Jim to dive under the furniture, his heart a jackhammer in his tiny chest. She demanded his surrender, her voice a queen's command, but he remained hidden, his body trembling. The private investigator's voice on the other end of the line was a mumble of truth, confirming Jim's innocence.
Sushii sat down, her eyes scanning the evidence, her laughter a symphony of relief and self-mockery. "I'm such a fool," she admitted, her voice a soft melody. Her realization was a sunrise, her remorse a gentle rain. "I'm sorry, Jim," she cooed, her voice a lullaby as she began her search. "Don't be scared. I promise I won't hurt you."
Jim watched from his hideout, his heart a drumroll as Sushii's eyes scanned the room. She spotted him, her apologies a waterfall of regret as she chased him, her promises of gentleness a soothing balm. Cornered, Jim stood his ground, his tiny body trembling as Sushii pounced, her hands a gentle cage this time.
She cradled him to her cleavage, her apologies a litany as she kissed him, her tears a salty river of remorse. "I've been hurt before," she confessed, her voice a whispered secret. "And the thought of you cheating... I lost control." She couldn't reverse the shrinking, the stress on his body too great a risk. Instead, she used him to explore her body, her landscapes of curves and valleys, her breasts, stomach, legs, feet, and buttocks a map of discovery.
Jim, despite his size, held a magnanimity that filled the room. He forgave her, his voice a soft whisper of absolution. Sushii, her eyes gleaming with gratitude and desire, placed him in her panties, her pleasure a symphony of moans as she used him as a sex toy. After the storm of their make-up sex, she kissed him, her lips a tender promise as she nestled him in her cleavage, their breaths syncing as they drifted off together.
Keywords Sushii Xhyvette, Media Impact, Giantess, Sex Toy, Hand Held, Feet, Kissing, Ass, Booty, Doll, Boob Crush, Bikini, POV, Erotic, Human Dildo
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