More from Cyn

• Cyn’s Cock Hunt – Endless Loads

  January 20, 2026

  Last Friday I got that itch — you know the one. The kind where my pussy throbs just thinking about dick, any dick, all the dick. I threw on my tiniest black dress (no panties, obviously), fishnets that rip easy, and heels that scream “bend me over.” Destination: that sketchy underground club downtown, the one with the back rooms where the lights are low, the music’s pounding, and nobody asks names.

  I walk in, and it’s already buzzing. Guys eyeing me like fresh meat. I love that. I spot this tall guy at the bar — thick bulge already showing through his jeans. I slide up, press my tits against his arm, and whisper, “Buy me a drink… or just skip to feeding me that cock you’re hiding.” He grins, grabs my wrist, and drags me to a dark corner booth.

  No small talk. I drop to my knees right there on the sticky floor, yank his zipper down, and wrap my lips around him. Fuck, he was thick — stretching my mouth wide, hitting the back of my throat on the first push. I gagged a little (on purpose, makes them harder), drool running down my chin while I bobbed like my life depended on it. Slurping, moaning, looking up with watery eyes. He grabbed my hair, fucked my face slow at first, then harder. I let him use me like a toy — throat convulsing, spit everywhere, my pussy dripping onto the floor.

  But one load? Nah. I’m greedy. I pulled off, lips swollen, and said, “That’s cute… but I need more.” He laughed, waved over two of his buddies who’d been watching. Suddenly I’ve got three cocks out, surrounding me. I went feral.

  I took one in my mouth, jerked the other two with my hands — switching every few minutes so no one felt left out. Sucking sloppy, deep, gagging loud enough for the whole room to hear. One guy pulled me up, bent me over the table, hiked my dress, and slammed into my soaked pussy while I kept sucking the guy in front. The third fed me his balls, making me tongue them while I got railed.

  They rotated — pussy, mouth, hands — no hole untouched. Cum started flying: one blasted down my throat (I swallowed every drop like a good whore), another painted my tits, the third shot across my face while I begged for it. “More… give me more…” I kept whining, even as it dripped off my chin.

  By the end of the night, I’d lost count — five? Six loads? My makeup ruined, dress torn, thighs slick with cum and my own juices. I left the club walking funny, tasting dick on my tongue, already planning the next hunt.

  That’s me, Cyn. No cock left unturned, no load refused. I live for the stretch, the gag, the flood. If you’ve got a hard dick and zero patience, hit me up. I’ll drain you dry… and still beg for seconds.

  Call now. My mouth’s watering just typing this. 😈🍆💦

• Playtime with a Dominant Giantess

  January 4, 2026

  Cyn was a towering beauty, her voluptuous figure cloaked in a red latex bodysuit that accentuated her every curve. She stood at an imposing 8’7″ tall, her towering height commanding respect and probable fear. But to her playmate, she was a loving giantess who indulged his every whim.

  As the dainty playmate entered Cyn’s lair, he was immediately struck by the labyrinthine structure that seemed to stretch on forever. “Welcome, little one,” Cyn rumbled, her voice like thunder as she wrapped him in a blanket of her immense arms. “I’ve missed our playtime. Let’s begin, shall we?”

  With a playful smirk, Cyn lowered herself to a sitting position, the floor trembling beneath her substantial weight. She guided the playmate onto her lap, his small form dwarfed by her expansive thighs. “First, I want to worship your sweet little pussy,” she growled, her breath hot against his skin.

  As the playmate’s legs parted willingly, Cyn’s eager tongue delved deep, her movements unhurried and deliberate. She savored every inch of his tender flesh, her massive hands kneading his squirming body. The sensation of her gigantic mouth engulfing his limp cock was almost overwhelming, the heat and wetness sending waves of pleasure through his tiny frame.

  Lost in the throes of passion, the playmate wrapped his arms around Cyn’s thick neck, his fingers tangling in her raven hair as she devoured him with relish. “Mmm, you taste divine,” she purred, her voice vibrating against him. “Now, let’s see how well you can please me…”

  As the playmate’s tiny hands explored Cyn’s throbbing clit, she let out a low, rumbling moan, her hips bucking in response. The relentless stimulation pushed her over the edge, and with a guttural cry, she came hard, her pussy spasming around the playmate’s fingers as a torrent of arousal flooded her suit.

  As the aftershocks subsided, Cyn cradled the playmate close, her heart pounding in her massive chest. “You always know just what to do, little one,” she rumbled, her voice rough with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see if we can fit you inside me…”

  With a mischievous glint in her eye, Cyn hoisted the playmate up, his weight barely registering on her colossal frame. She positioned him at her slick entrance, her arousal glistening in the dim light. The playmate held his breath, his tiny cock twitching with anticipation as Cyn slowly sank down, engulfing him in her wet, welcoming heat.

  “Ah, yes,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the sheer size of her cunt. “Pound away, little one. Make me yours.”

  And so the playmate began to move, his minuscule thrusts barely registering against Cyn’s colossal form. But the sensation was indescribable – the warmth, the tightness, the overwhelming presence of this giantess dominating him completely. Lost in the throes of pleasure, the playmate fucked Cyn with reckless abandon, his tiny cock stretching and pulsing within her welcoming depths.

  As their climaxes approached, Cyn wrapped her arms around the playmate, pulling him impossibly deep into her quivering pussy. With a roar of ecstasy, she came hard, her cunt milking his cock with ruthless intensity. The playmate followed suit, his tiny orgasm rocketing through him as he spilled his seed deep within Cyn’s rumbling core.

  In the aftermath, the playmate lay spent against Cyn’s massive chest, his body small and fragile against her colossal frame. “You’re the best giantess a little playmate could ask for,” he panted, nuzzling into her neck.

  Cyn smiled, her enormous face softening with affection. “And you’re the perfect playmate for me,” she rumbled, her voice filled with warmth. “Now, let’s take a nap. We have plenty more playtime ahead of us.”

  As the giantess settled back, the playmate snuggled into her massive arms, drifting off to sleep with a contented smile on his face, safe and loved in the embrace of his towering, dominant giantess.