Clip preview
The prisoner on the hip ERER VR360
The small white cage was easily held in the giantess's fingertips. she sneered and mercilessly lifted the struggling dwarf out, then with a snap, pressed his face down against the wet, sweaty crotch of her sports shorts. "stay right where you are, little bug." she crouched down, placed the cage on her head, and then slowly sat down - the metal bars of the cage were precisely positioned between her round buttocks and the fragile back of the dwarf. instantly, the dwarf was squeezed by two powerful : above was the cold bottom of the cage, below was the warm, elastic buttocks of the giantess, and through the thin fabric, a strong, thick and sour smell of sweat rushed in, overwhelming his senses. the female giant began to do deep squats. with each descent, the weight was transferred more thoroughly onto her, squeezing her chest and making her . the smell of sweat intensified with each muscle movement, salty, slightly fishy, and tinged with the heat of her body. her entire face was buried in that fabric, and whether she rose up or lowered to the lowest point, that odor and the soft pressure were always by her side. "can you smell it? this is where the weak stand." she moved rhythmically, mocking with each breath, and her breathing didn't even become erratic. twenty minutes passed, sweat soaked through the fabric and dripped down. in the endless weight and stench, the little dwarf's consciousness became blurred, leaving only humiliation and that oppressive, sweaty buttocks that enveloped everything. the ceiling light in the living room cast a harsh light, making this scene clear and cold.
Watch the full clip