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of her dress, Connor's mouth was watering. Right behind her was Melanie Walker; a stunning red-head and another well-built Goddess. Her shoulders, back and leg muscles rippled around her strapless purple dress. Her statuesque legs were framed by silky stockings, flowing down into black high heels. Her bulge was equally prominent, stubbornly sticking out at her crotch despite the effort she'd gone to tuck her massive cock into a thong below her eveningwear. Next to a lovely Giantess like Liana or Melanie, Connor felt completely overwhelmed and helpless. That was the appeal, of course. He'd long admired women who were as tall and strong as they were beautiful. In recent years, the emergence of Futanari and the growing popularity of women joining their ranks only added to the mystique of what was, in his mind, the