The scent of her heavily aroused pussy permeated the air around Ty’s hand just as if she was full sized. Eileen opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and her hot bronzed body gyrated wildly as the woman orgasmed in Ty’s hand, just as he had asked of her.
It was substantially more erotic and ridiculously satisfying for her than she could have ever imagined, reduced to the plaything in a horny giant teen’s hand. A horny giant teen who she had been secretly seducing and knowingly teasing for years. It lasted so long and left her a trembling sweating mess when it finally relented. She nearly toppled forward from his palm, so drained from such a strong orgasm.
It was likewise a display to remember for Ty. He stared in slack jawed delight, blushing deep red, his eyes wide as saucers.
“I-I hope you can give me the next one, darling.” She managed, her high pitched voice heavy with dripping lust.
Carefully, Ty helped her down onto the table in front of him. Eileen tumbled from his hand onto all fours before the giant, her sweat matted brunette hair falling over her ears, forehead, and neck. Ty experimentally stroked her naked back, making the tingling woman laugh deviously.
“Yes. Touch me,” she squeaked, “your little plaything is still so aroused.”
With a grin, Ty engaged the invitation, fingering her huge dangling melons, squishing the flat to her awesome chest, stroking her round ass, feeling the hot sweat between her crack, her own juices drying in the early afternoon as she trembled on her own kitchen table.
“God, you’re beautiful.” Ty gaped, still shocked that somehow, some way, his dream woman was truly his.
“Ty...” Eileen turned, her eyes needful, her gaze sultry. “What will you do with me now?”