I know if I bused that table I’d be happy with her tip.

I suspect untapped potential.

Giants Uprising

@olo Okey Dokey.

@olo What? How?
Reno’s is listed as older image so if they saw it then made the top pic they would be inspired by.
Reno couldn’t have been inspired by an image he hadn’t seen.
So, my wonder if molendijk was inspired by Reno can’t be the other way around.
I’m slightly confused.

I wonder if Steve O Reno inspired them.

@olo Wait till she gets a load out of him. (Dang it, there needs to be a little woman in a white puddle emoji. )

@olo Maybe it’s just an all body tongue hug with a little playful tasting afterward.

@sloppy_amy Maybe they weren’t. Maybe he took matters into his own lap.

@olo This might be the new two girls one cup. Little private thick shower.

If they would have just stopped blaring their music I would have let them be. But no, now they have new reasons to make noise.

I bet she’s hoping it isn’t a entry position.

Hope you enjoy this community.

Great, now I need to go visit DA.

@sloppy_amy It might not be the fit he’s looking for but the fear of him trying. Teasing can be pleasing.

Jim nods and we thank the lad. The car was plush and Jared seemed polite. But I barely noted the ride home. “Night buddy, I’ll pop over tomorrow to help with the cage.” Jim advised as I exited the car.

“Thanks, for that and tonight. This was amazing like nothing else.” I praised. “Have a good night.” I walk up to my apartment followed by Jared carrying the cage and it’s supplies. I thanked him and he left.

I lift my doggie cage and place it on my kitchen table. And pull my remaining slice of cake and put the terrified girl topped slice on a plate. Adding the three pretty things still trapped within their icing dollops. Pouring myself some rum on ice. I cut a bit and looked at the little cage instructions.

Nibbling as I get the instructions down. It was a simple matter of attaching a multi-nozzle to the end of the spout then adding a hose to the cage from the nozzle. A drain hose for wet wastes is attached to the cage and placed into the drain. The cage was basically a sleeping pad and a washroom chamber. It would be crowded, but work for the night.

Looking in the box of clothes. The outfit ready for them for tonight was a skimpy top and loin cloth, it was labeled the slave doll. Each little baggie was marked with each pet’s face. I lift a scared accent matching each bag. I place the outfit and pet into the cage between bites of cake till only the still restrained lovelies and their outfits remain.

I crack open busty Gabriel’s candy cage. Eating the sweet entrapment as I stroke and torment the scared dark haired girl. Sipping my cool drink as I finish that cage. Lifting her by her toned legs and bracing her back. I lick at the fruit flavored icing decorating her curves. I happily suckle the sugar coverings from her ample chest. Making sure to give her a few extra laps. Giggling, I carefully crush the strawberry pink shoes off her feet. Orally cleaned and tormented, I smile at her licking my lips. Just as she starts to show signs of defeat I place her in the cage with her slave costume.

I followed one chest heavy girl with another, Strawberry blonde Helen LeBlanic. I cracked her confection cage. Lifting her right away. I looked at this trembling treat. The real Helen was a very pretty but robust young lady. This pretty thing was like they sculpted Helen’s head and chest on a curvy athletic girl’s body. No, that wasn’t it either. Helen’s chest stuck off her chest with an enticing plump pillow effect. But these literally stuck out from this little creature’s chest, but resisted gravity like I would have thought impossible.

Laughing to myself as I realized all the little ladies were designed more ideally than their natural state had. I attend these wonders of science with my mouth. It seems Helen’s chest, in reality or by their design, was very sensitive. As my tongue darts and strokes those firm orbs her breathing clearly changed to gasping in arousing breaths. Soon moans start slipping out as nipples reach out for more attention.

I leave those delights reluctantly. Lifting her above my mouth. Lowering her chest deep past my lips. Slowly polishing her toned form of ever sweet taste. Teasing her breast tips with my tongue tip. And despite her dangerous position, she started submitting to the sensations flooded over her. I lifted her out and she clearly didn’t know how to react. Being in an easily swallowable location. Yet aroused by that area’s ability to give sensations. She stayed conflicted as I added her and her new outfit to the cage.

I pulled Helen’s friend from the slice of cake she still sat upon. I place her entire candied cage, full, into my mouth. Pressing my lips over kicking legs. The icing, even as hard as it was, quickly dissolved in my warm mouth. Soon fruit flavors mixed with the sweet crumble. I fill my mouth with saliva. The pretty thing’s curves start to get explored as the sweet covering were swallowed away.

Resistant, the brunette tried to fight my tongues exploring. Failing to keep my tongue from stroking over her perky breasts as the tip breaks through to tease her sensitive girlhood. Soon all the candied flavors are gone. Only the little pink shoes kicking just past my lips was all her icing left upon her.

I fill my mouth with rum and hold it in my mouth. The girl struggles and fights. Then I feel her weaking. Twitching as alcohol liquid filled her lungs. I saved the lovely young thing from drowning in my mouth by swallowing hard. Too close to unconsciousness to even squirm as she followed the drink to her death.

Last was the pig-tailed blonde with a young model’s body, Cyder. She had watched the devouring of the girl before her. Now she was in his focus. I petted her little pig-tails. Cracking the icing shell and releasing a startled whimper. Licking my lips I let out a kindness, “Don’t worry Cyder. I’m full, you’ll live tonight. But I can’t put you away for the night covered in icing. So.” Then I lift her. Lowering her toward my mouth I rotate her from head first to feet. “Which way? Which way?” I tease. But slowly I slip her in, feet first. Tongue pressed her back to the roof of my mouth. Swiping and grinding my tongue over her enticing form. She whimpers. I’m not sure if it’s from arousal or distrust in my statement. Arousing either way.

I feel my head nod. It’s late. I’m slightly drunk. And my stomach is full. Bed is calling. But I was erect. I pull Cyder from my mouth. Opening up my pants I draw her toward my penis. She screams as I wrap her to myself. Spit slick I stroke her along my length. Quickly I pump and the sensation of that delightful little body along my length brings amazing pleasure. Repeated arousal and drink added with want and rush of tormenting power brings me happily to concussion. Thick warm cum escapes me and covers the tiny blonde. I warmly shutter as I feel her bathed in my semen.

Once finished, I open up the device attached to my kitchen tap and rinse cum from the tiny delight drowning in it. Once I’m happy with her shower I place her and the last costume into the cage and clip the top closed.

I get ready for bed and lay down. Dreams of tiny harem praising me mix with screaming pretties devoured for my hungers. But I sleep well.