
Ruthless Barefoot Dance: Tapping Out Hope! (4k)
Tied down with wrists bound to his sides, my slave lay helpless beneath my feet—clad only in tight jeans, my soles bare and unforgiving. I stepped onto his chest, then his cock, grinding slowly before climbing higher to crush his shoulders. His groans pulsed through my feet as I danced to internal rhythms, his suffering igniting my arousal.
Moving to his face, I planted both feet over his nose and mouth, watching his body writhe for air. His dark, pleading eyes only fueled my indifference—I raised my weight off some, then pressed back down, controlling his every breath. When sated, I moved to his waist, tracing my toes along his trembling form before pressing down again. He was my canvas, my stage, my toy—stomped, owned, reveled upon.
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