The door creaked open, and in walked Atalanta, the tall Amazon woman. Her muscular thighs and toned abs were on full display, her long black hair cascading down her back. She was naked, and the dim light of the room cast shadows on her toned body.
On the four-poster bed lay Cupid, the petite femboy. His body was petite and soft in comparison to Atalanta’s, and he looked up at her with a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes.
Atalanta smirked down at Cupid, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, look at you,” she said, her voice deep and sultry. “So small and helpless.”
Cupid blushed, his cheeks turning a bright pink. “I-I’m not helpless,” he stammered.
Atalanta raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. “Oh really?” she said, her tone playfully insulting. “Then why are you laying there like a helpless little bug, waiting for me to step on you?”
Cupid swallowed hard, his heart racing. “I-I’m not waiting for you to step on me,” he said, trying to sound confident.
Atalanta chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Then what are you waiting for, Cupid?” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Cupid took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly. “I-I’m waiting for you to sit on my face,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Atalanta’s smirk faltered for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. “What?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Cupid looked up at her, his eyes full of desire. “I want you to sit on my face,” he repeated, his voice stronger this time.
Atalanta’s smirk returned, this time even wider. “Well, well, well,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like the little bug has some bite after all.”
Atalanta climbed onto the bed, her body towering over Cupid’s. She straddled his chest, her bare ass hovering above his face.
Cupid looked up at her, his eyes full of anticipation. Atalanta grinned down at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Without warning, Atalanta lowered her ass onto Cupid’s face, her full weight indenting his squishy soft cute face. Cupid’s body tensed, his breath hitching as Atalanta’s ass covered his mouth and nose. He tried to breathe, but all he could smell was her intoxicating scent.
Cupid’s hands reached up, grabbing Atalanta’s thighs as she sat on his face. He could feel her muscles tense and relax as she shifted her weight, and he could hear her moan softly as she enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath on her skin.
Atalanta leaned forward, her hands bracing herself on the headboard as she ground her hips against Cupid’s face. She could feel his tongue dart out, exploring her folds as he tried to please her.
Cupid’s mind was swimming, his body trembling with excitement as he tasted Atalanta. He had never felt so small and helpless before, but he had never felt so powerful either. He was giving Atalanta pleasure, and he could feel her body respond to his touch.
Atalanta’s moans grew louder, her body shaking as she reached her climax. Cupid could feel her muscles tighten and release as she came, and he could taste her sweetness on his tongue.
Atalanta collapsed onto the bed, her body spent and satisfied. Cupid lay beneath her, his body still trembling with excitement.
Atalanta looked down at Cupid, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re not so helpless after all, are you?” she said, her voice soft and gentle.
Cupid blushed, his cheeks turning a bright pink. “I-I guess not,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Atalanta grinned down at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Good,” she said, her voice deep and sultry. “Because I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
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