Nervously, you reach out and rest your hand on Zarah's thigh. Your stomach in your throat, you caress the inside of her thighs, gazing up at the ravenous troll meaningfully. She doesn't seem to take offense, and actually leans forward slightly, inching the green lips of her vagina closer to your fingertips. Once more you speak, this time with confidence in the game that you're playing.
"What a large pussy you have, Mrs. Bonegrinder!"
Without hesitation, Zarah breaks into a wide grin and declares, "The better to grind your bone, my dear!" Suddenly she releases her grip on your cock and swings a leg over you. Now straddling you, the troll gazes down upon your diminutive form and smirks in triumph. "Try not to break anything, dear." With these words, she lowers herself onto your cock and begins rocking back and forth. You're not small by any human standard, but Zarah's sex engulfs yours whole. Her eyes dancing with cruel delight, the troll reaches behind her and places two fingers against your balls. As she continues to ride you, she gently presses against them and, to your astonishment, pushes them into her pussy. You arch your back and gasp breathlessly as this gigantic monster has her way with you. And yet, you find your gaze drawn once more to the swell of her pot-belly, it's pudgy curves filling your head with morbid fantasies. This is it. You're past the point of no return.
