Dangerous Play with a Catwoman – Giantess

Oh… my… god. Do you smell that? That is the stench of a lying, cheating, pathetic little man. You reek of cheap cologne, stale sweat, and the desperation of a married cock trying to find fresh meat at the club. Look at you. Tied up in my den, trembling like a caught mouse. You thought you were the hunter tonight, didn’t you? Swinging that wedding ring around while you grinded against strangers, thinking your wife was relaxing at home, oblivious to the fact that her “loving husband” was out sniffing for pussy. But you weren’t hunting. You were being hunted. My friend… my deliciously wicked partner… she spotted you from across the dance floor. She always knows. She can smell the marital betrayal on a man from fifty feet away, and she loves bringing me these treats. We call her the other Catwoman, and she prowls specifically for filth like you. Unfaithful, smelly, married prey that thinks they’re entitled to stray.