Two Goddesses. One worthless floor. You.

We found you exactly where you belong - flat on your back, waiting to be used. Summer Raez and Fae Dcay, a perfect tag team of destruction, and you're our canvas tonight. We step onto you in sync, our bare soles pressing down into your chest, your stomach, your thighs. Four feet, all our weight, crushing you slowly beneath us.

Summer digs her heel into your ribs while Fae balances on your sternum, bouncing just enough to knock the wind from your lungs. We trade places, trade pressure, trade laughs at your pathetic grunts. One of us stands on your face while the other tramples your gut, making sure no part of you goes untouched.

We step on your throat together, feeling you panic, hearing you gurgle. We grind our toes into your jaw, your temples, your nose. Two sets of sweaty soles smothering you, two Goddesses deciding when - if - you get to breathe again.

You wanted to be useful? This is your purpose. Our human rug. Our doormat. Our simultaneous footrest.

We jump together, landing hard, feeling your body compress under our combined weight. Again. And again. Because two Goddesses trampling you is always better than one.

Dos Diosas. Un suelo inútil. Tú.

Te encontramos exactamente donde perteneces - boca arriba, esperando ser usado. Summer Raez y Fae Dcay, un equipo de destrucción perfecto, y tú eres nuestro lienzo esta noche. Te pisamos al unísono, nuestras plantas desnudas presionando tu pecho, tu estómago, tus muslos. Cuatro pies, todo nuestro peso, aplastándote lentamente debajo de nosotras.

Summer clava su talón en tus costillas mientras Fae se equilibra sobre tu esternón, rebotando lo justo para sacarte el aire de los pulmones. Intercambiamos lugares, intercambiamos presión, intercambiamos risas ante tus gemidos patéticos. Una de nosotras se para sobre tu cara mientras la otra pisotea tus entrañas, asegurándose de que ninguna parte de ti quede sin tocar.

Pisamos juntas tu garganta, sintiendo cómo entras en pánico, oyéndote gorgotear. Hundimos los dedos de nuestros pies en tu mandíbula, tus sienes, tu nariz. Dos pares de plantas sudorosas sofocándote, dos Diosas decidiendo cuándo —si acaso— vuelves a respirar.

¿Querías ser útil? Este es tu propósito. Nuestra alfombra humana. Nuestro felpudo. Nuestro reposapiés simultáneo.

Saltamos juntas, cayendo con fuerza, sintiendo cómo tu cuerpo se comprime bajo nuestro peso combinado. Otra vez. Y otra vez. Porque dos Diosas pisoteándote siempre es mejor que una.

After rubbing her smelly socked feet all over ETf’s face, she brings him over to the mantle to stand on and jump on it. This is a first for Goddess Fae D’Cay but she takes to it quite quickly, all she needed was something to hold onto and she was happy to play hop along on his head.

Goddess Fae D'Cay comes through after the gym and uses ETF's face as her own personal foot stool for her pretty sweaty sneakers, socks, and bare feet.