Oh dear, you poor little man, how can you possibly help yourself? Once you see my majestic curves towering above you your heart is mineand your doom is sealed, because I will crush it as inevitably as I crush these poor helpless heart-shaped cakes between my high-arched size 10 soles. Your view of your impending doom is only made better (or worse?) by the sight of my powerful, curvaceous leg muscles flexing as I grind those pathetic pastries into mush, or the glimpses of my cleavage and not-quite-sheer panties just out of your reach. As they always will be when you assume your rightful plac... Show more