Under the weight of her fragrant nylon soles

Her legs in black stockings lay on the table, like two divine relics sculpted from the night. The nylon soles, slightly damp from the warmth of her skin, smelled simply incredible. The miniature man froze, amazed by the scale and beauty of the Giantess's feet. He was only slightly larger than her big toe. He dared to come closer, right to the magnificent foot of the Goddess and touch it. She slightly wiggled her toes, and the nylon rustled. The sudden toes movement made the man fall on his back.

- How brave...

A voice fell upon him from above, booming and sweet. He froze.

- Did you think I couldn't see you?

Her foot slowly hanging over him. The nylon stretched, revealing the contours of her toes and that magnificent sight of her nylon sole hanging right above him was both frightening and mesmerizing at the same time.

- You should have asked for permission first.

He tried to say something, but at that moment her nylon sole came down - not pressing, just covering him like a blanket. Warm, tight, dark and sweaty fragrant.

- Now you're mine. My foot toy...

And the world narrowed to the scent of her skin, the whisper of nylon and quiet laughter somewhere high above. Her foot in a stocking pressed him to the surface of the table, at first lightly, like a whisper, then with increasing heaviness. She let him breathe. For now.