Trampling

I revel in your helplessness, my stiletto heel piercing through the wooden trap where your throbbing manhood protrudes like a desperate worm. Grinding down with sadistic precision, I crush your balls into pulp, the spur on my boot drawing crimson lines across your swollen shaft. You writhe beneath, screams muffled, as I alternate tender strokes … Trampleboard – Heels Hack Your Grub