After the evening with friends, we finally get home and our human doormat is still where we left him, waiting for us lying on the floor. We are pleasantly impressed by his dedication and take the opportunity to run the dirty soles of our shoes over the flabby skin of his belly. We have been on our feet all evening, we have been dancing, our feet are tired and our tights are very sweaty and smelly! Now we step on him with our tights and focus on his face, our wish is that he is always between the floor and the soles of our feet. After removing our shoes and boots, we climb up his body, alternating on his balls, belly and face. With all our weight we ravage his face, one of us is always on top and, when we crush him with a foot, his nose crushes and twists under us. Our tights have a truly divine aroma, we can smell it too and his flushed face must have absorbed it. All these endless minutes of trampling his body and especially his face and nose have exhausted him, so we decide to rest our veiled feet around his nose. Tonight the aroma of our tights will never leave him……………
