My trans friend and I, adorned in black nylon stockings, are eager to use our veiled feet to dominate this submissive male. We start by stepping on his hands, gradually making our way up to his arms, and finally positioning ourselves on his torso, with a combined weight of 143 kg. Our energy is boundless today, and we waste no time in walking up and down his body, stepping in place, and even taking turns standing on his face. He moans softly, like a waterbed, as we maintain our balance and quicken our pace. Something between his legs begins to stiffen… His small manhood emerges, like a worm begging for mercy. But we are relentless, and his release will have to wait.