Don’t you want to be under my feet? Don’t you want my platform stilettos pressing into your skin? Don’t you want these boots to walk all over you? Don’t you want trampling phone sex? I think you do.
You want me to hurt you, so it would seem. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t have a problem with that. At all. I love having a man down on his knees, poised for me to plant a foot right in the middle of his back and force him to face plant on the cold, hard ground. Your body becomes my own personal trampoline. Jumping and stomping all over you, leaving imprints of my shoes on your skin.
You love a dominant bitch like me commanding you to pull out your cock so I can step directly on your cock. I’m gonna smash those balls underfoot. Grind them right up. You thought your balls were safely tucked under your body, did you? You thought wrong! Spread those legs so I can kick them back up inside you! I’ll make you a trampling phone sex addict in no time!
I’m going to leave indents in your back from my heels, so deep that some will leave you bruised. I’m gonna kick you hard and smash your limbs beneath my feet. You’re my welcome mat, there for me to strut on. I can’t wait to stand on your throat until you can’t breathe! And yet, you keep begging for more. You keep begging for me to jump and stomp harder. To literally flatten you under my feet.
How could I resist squashing you when you beg like that? I can see your dick getting harder every time my toes press into your thighs. Now it’s time to call me up for some trampling phone sex! 1-888-FREAKY and ask for Kennedy.