Few things compare to the smell of excitement and fear that fills the air as tinies squirm within my mouth. My massive, warm, and moist tongue wraps around them, embracing every inch from head to toe. As I hold them within my grasp, a rush of power courses through me. Tinies are so fragile. I listen for every quiver and gasp as I run my tongue up and down the tiny's body.

Are you brave enough to explore the sensation of being enveloped by a warm, moist tongue? A giantess's mouth can be dangerous...