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In the world, there are men who find their appetites so impossible
to quell, they seem like bottomless pits waiting to engulf whatever
lies before them. Who's throats are so parched the sands of the
desert seem like the drenched shore of a beach in comparison.
And once something, or in the case of Britney, someone, who has
the potential to finally satiate such a man presents herself in the
palm of his eager, and selfish hands, the greed and indulgence that
takes him becomes a force inescapable.
Demanding her abundance of flesh and drowning himself in the musk
and wetness seeping from her depths, the sheer size of her body allows
the man who owns her heart and soul to bury his face into a world no
other member of his harem can compete with.
With a thick flavor on par with the girth of her body, once her lover begins
his feast even her own cries for him to cease fall on deaf ears, drowned
out by the sound of his indulgence within her depths and muffled by her
flesh which wraps around his head, embracing him as he dines.
Focused solely on himself and his desire to feast on a woman the size of
a mountain, like a determined climber he latches on, while like a savage
parasite he gorges on every drop within her. So ravenous does he become
he fails to realize just how terrifying his lust becomes for a girl like Britney.
Too timid to resist, even when she tries her lover merely grips her tighter,
and buries himself deeper until all he can smell and taste are her genitals,
becoming little more than that of a leech of sorts bound to have what he
wants until he's completely engorged.
In a moment like this, to Britney her lover becomes less a man and more
like a monster, draining her so completely she's incapable of budging, while
her repetitive orgasms cripple her to such a degree they become equally
terrifying as the small waves grow into violent tsunamis within her.
To a man like the Guardian, the bigger they are the more they can give, and
regardless of size he leaves his women little more than raisins in desperate
need of hydration by the time he's done, in the end leaving them lying on
their faces as little more than prey he'd had his fill of.
That is, until he hungers once more...