Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
07-11-2015, 11:42 AM
As he crept towards her it became clear that she was dealing with a behemoth. His low, sweet voice was delivered at a level near her own height. His exact height could only be determined by touch, but over the seasons the giantess had plenty of time to hone her abilities. She was confident in her assessment and very sure he stood somewhere around her own stature. His question earned him a throaty chuckle. He thought he was smooth, did he? Coyly, she simpered back, "Wouldn't you like to know?" If he was set on tasting her he was going to have to work for it. |
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