“Stop, I can’t breathe,” Lesley croaked. His head twisted left and right, yet the young Chinese woman held it in place with nothing more than her second and third toes, on either side. He struggled to turn toward her skin, maybe, to try to wipe off the thick saliva from his face. One of her toes slipped and shot across his face, stinging his nose with a glancing blow. The tips of her toes were large, soft balls to him, fumbling around, pinching his hair or grinding against his cheek, slick with the giantess’s spit.
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