My beautiful girlfriends and Me enjoy trampling, mocking and testing the resistance of this skinny carpet with our heels. Which of us will be the cruellest? Will that pitted carpet pass the test?
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Me and a friend of mine, Gabriella, decide to go for a walk but going down the stairs we notice the slaves head and hands appear. What is this fool doing? But is he sleeping? I step on his head and Gabriella pats him with a shoe and finally gives signs of life. He was waiting for us and he will have put himself like this to attract our attention… Now lets show him! We start stepping on his head and hands, we crush him under our shoes and our weight. He complains, it hurts him. We do the walk on you! Boots with wide heels and sneakers We have fun until we get tired and while the slave kisses us and licks our shoes, we decide to leave and order him to wait in that position for our return.
My friend Dula and I are staying at the bar of the club to comment on the party that has just ended, a really nice event where the slaves have suffered everything… And one of them who hasnt left yet obviously takes the opportunity to prostrate himself at our feet and lies down under our stools to admire the beauty of two women who are unattainable for him. But while we sip our drink we have already planned to let him taste our heels again, so in turn we climb on his flaccid abdomen to leave the marks of our boots and while the slave tries to scream in pain one of us is immediately ready to stick a heel in his mouth to shut him up and make him suck it.
Sitting on my new human throne, I decide that maybe hes more suitable as a doormat so I stand up to step on it. The slave is resistant, I walk, jump and kick even on his face and in the meantime he also seems to get aroused: understandable given my perfect body and these legs veiled in black nylon stockings. Now that Ive trampled him well I want to see him come for me as a sign of gratitude but I only give him 5 minutes, 5 very long and very short minutes. I encourage him to jerk off while I look at him from above standing on his face, I guide him with my sensual voice, he cannot resist and in fact after a few seconds he cums and I enjoy squeezing it out to the last drop with my feet.
My doormat is waiting for me at home, he is always waiting for me, this is his role and he lives for this: he lives lying in the entrance waiting for my return. I come home after a nice walk, my dirty shoes need to be cleaned before being placed in the shoe rack and for this there is his tongue. He licks the soles well but while Im at it I also want to have fun crushing his head and vigorously trampling his flaccid body. The power of my blows is so strong that he also loses the coins that come out of his pockets: what a poor loser, only coins this is all he has… I also jump from the low wall and the marks I leave imprinted on him will probably last until the next time.
A doormat for two mistresses, four sharp heels ready to pierce the flesh of his naked body lying on the floor. Im with my friend Victoria for this afternoon of luxury trampling, black stockings and shiny stiletto heels. We trample every part of his body, trunk, hands, legs, balls and cock: we have no mercy even hearing his moans of pain which, on the contrary, amuse us. We help each other with a bar hanging from the ceiling and even conclude with a few jumps to better impress the marks of our shoes on his skin.
This is the zoom action of the clip Super Facestanding.We want to get into the head of this doormat that he cannot touch our heels without our permission and he cannot take any initiative. And what better way than to crush his head to impress our rules well? I already start with my heels while Gaia sinks hers on his body. After that we remain barefoot and focus on his face. It will be an extreme and merciless facestanding! Four feet both alternating and simultaneously on the face of this doormat!
My friend Samantha and I free our little puppy from the cage we put him in because the time has come to play. Obviously we will be the ones playing and having fun, while he will have to suffer with our sharp heels piercing his flesh. He has an abdomen as soft as pudding, its almost difficult to step on him but then we take turns getting on him well, walking back and forth up to his face and leaving deep red marks. After having pierced him like a colander we let him take off our heels: now our feet wrapped in stockings will finish the job, without mercy and no less lethal.
A relaxing weekend in my mountain home with my human doormat ready to be trampled on. Ive got some really sharp heels to try on his flesh and Im starting right away with these ankle boots. The slave is lying at the foot of the fireplace, which I use to help me climb onto him. The screams of pain are continuous and excruciating, justified by the marks my heels leave on his now punctured abdomen. Short breaks just to adore me and adore those same heels that are inflicting so much pain on him. Halfway through the shoe change, we switch from the ankle boots to these red shoes but the heels are equally sharp and will lead him to give in amidst cries: ironic, given that it was he who suggested me to buy these shoes
After a nice walk with friends I really need a doormat to clean my boots on. My slave is waiting for me at home ready on the floor and I immediately throw myself on him. I jump on his soft belly and then I stop on his face and finally complete the cleaning by rubbing my soles on his tongue which in the meantime turns black. Im really ruthless, now my boots are clean but I continue to rage by trampling and crushing every part of his body from his genitals to his face.
