“One lucky little man gets our attention…” We pluck you from the crowd of trembling tinies and press your tiny body between our huge, soft tits - so warm, so tight, so helpless. The rest? Scattered like ants beneath us. We step over them slowly, heels crashing down just beside their pathetic bodies. “Oops… almost flattened that one.” We giggle as they run - screaming, slipping, trying to hide. But we’re faster. And hungry. We grab a few more, dangle them above our open mouths and let them fall - CRUNCH. “Mmm… love that little bone ****.” And for the lucky ones? We sit down and grind. “Go on then, be good little cushions under our perfect asses…”
