Boots of Wrath: Face-Trampling Ecstasy

Boots squeak against polished concrete as the dominatrix paces, her prey sprawled before her. She stops, her heel poised above his chest. "Beg," she growls. He does, and she descends, her boot sinking into his flesh. She walks, stomps, grinds, each step a symphony of pleasure and pain. His face contorts in agony, in bliss, as she reaches his face, her boot covering his mouth, her toes curling as she feels his hot breath through the leather. She pushes harder, her heel digging into his cheek, marking him, claiming him.

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• trampling
• trample
• face-trampling

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