How often did the gardener dream of being crushed by Mila just once? When Mila invites him in for a break, this time there is no coffee and snacks, but an empty table and new sandals with pointed heels. “This is definitely not going to be a relaxing break,” thinks the gardener as he feels the pressure of the sole on his cock.

How often did the gardener dream of being crushed by Mila just once? When Mila invites him in for a break, this time there is no coffee and snacks, but an empty table and new sandals with pointed heels. “This is definitely not going to be a relaxing break,” thinks the gardener as he feels the pressure of the sole on his cock.

How often did the gardener dream of being crushed by Mila just once? When Mila invites him in for a break, this time there is no coffee and snacks, but an empty table and new sandals with pointed heels. “This is definitely not going to be a relaxing break,” thinks the gardener as he feels the pressure of the sole on his cock.

Wie oft hatte der Gärtner schon davon geträumt, nur ein einziges Mal von Mila zerquetscht zu werden? Als Mila ihn diesmal zu einer Pause einlädt, gibt es weder Kaffee noch Snacks, sondern lediglich einen leeren Tisch und neue Sandalen mit spitzen Absätzen. „Das wird definitiv keine entspannte Pause“, denkt der Gärtner, während er den Druck der Sohle auf seinem Schwanz spürt. 

Lunch break, red heels, black stockings, a table ... Mila has a great desire to humiliate her wretched boss, so now he has to lie under the table and suffer the pain. He will feel every inch of her sole on his cock when she rubs it until his cock gets sore. For every unnecessary coffee. For every nonsense order. She will now take revenge mercilessly.

She orders him to jerk off on her stockings and heels because the lunch break is over ... the dream too.

Whose dream was it?