My doormat lies beneath me today, and I intend to focus my attention on his oversized face. The pink of his cheeks gradually fades beneath the black of my stockings as I position myself atop him. I shift my weight, walking back and forth, before stopping to place my soles firmly on his face – first directly, then turned to the sides to mold his cheeks. From time to time, I grant him a brief respite and allow him to kiss my feet, but soon I resume my stride across his chest and face.
When I’m satisfied, I decide to conclude his ordeal by settling on his face, stealing his breath away.