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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.