Oily Anal Day, Hungry Asshole Devours Another Naughty Tiny

My ass has been so empty lately. Aching. Hungry. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt the squirming, desperate struggle of a tiny human pest feeding my deepest, darkest hole. The neglect was making me irritable. My giantess needs must be met. So when I felt that minuscule, tickling sensation on my thigh—a brave, foolish little man thinking he could sneak a peek without consequence—a predatory smile spread across my lips. Perfect timing. “Hello, little morsel,” I purred, my voice a seismic rumble to his tiny ears. “You’ve arrived just in time for dinner.” His pathetic squeaks of terror were the best appetizer. I reached for the bottle of warm, shimmering oil, pouring a generous stream into my palm. I took my time, massaging the slick liquid into the tight, wrinkled rosebud of my asshole, watching it glisten.