The transparent high heels of ERER reflected a cold light under the lights. Her heel first touched the floor - not the floor, but the trembling l*ttle thing. The sole of her shoe precisely pressed against his back, and he let out a faint whimper. ERER did not lift her foot but slowly shifted her entire weight onto it. The fine heel of the high heels deeply sank into the spaces between his shoulder blades. She turned her ankle, and the heel ground against him, feeling the slight resistance of the bones beneath the fabric.

XINGGAN's silver high heels dropped from the other side. She did not step directly down but used the tip of her shoe to lift the l*ttle dwarf's leg, causing him to turn over. The sole of her shoe landed on his chest, the silver heel pressing against his throat, but it did not press down - it hovered, threateningly trembling slightly. XINGGAN tilted her head, looking at his face distorted by fear, and then let the heel slowly sink, pressing above his windpipe, making it difficult for him to breathe but not him.

ERER changed her position. She lifted her foot, the high heels hanging above the l*ttle dwarf's face, and then suddenly stomped down - not with all her strength, but with controlled . The heel h*t the floor beside his face, making a crisp sound. Then came the second and third steps, each one getting closer to his face until the side of the heel brushed his cheekbone. She smiled, her laughter coming from above, distant and cold.

XINGGAN joined in this trampling. Her silver high heels began to step rhythmically - the left foot on his thigh, the right foot on his abdomen, alternating, like performing a cruel dance. The heel rose, fell, each time accompanied by a dull impact and his suppressed moans. She paid special attention to his hands, when he tried to protect his head with his hands, her heel would precisely land on his wrist.

Then they stopped.

ERER first removed her right shoe. She bent her knee and extended her foot in front of the l*ttle dwarf - the foot wrapped in bl*ck all-over stockings? with a graceful arch? the toes moving slightly beneath the stockings. She used the sole of her foot to press against his face? the texture of the stockings pressing into his skin? then rubbed back and forth? like rubbing a shoe pad. Then she switched to the left foot? the same action? more ? pressing his face against the floor and distorting it.

XINGGAN also removed her shoes. The feet under the flesh-c*lored stockings looked almost naked? she directly used her toes to grip his ears? lifting him up a l*ttle? then releasing him to let him go back. Then she covered his entire head with her foot? rolling and pressing? the stockings slightly shining due to sweat.

But they did not stop there.

The high heels were put on again. ERER's transparent high heels this time targeted his lower legs - stepping down? applying pressure until she heard a subtle "click"? not bone fracture? but some kind of extreme sound. She stomped on the same spot repeatedly? the heel rising and falling? like a hammer driving in a nail. XINGGAN focused on his hips and thighs? the silver heels leaving circular bruises? some places the texture of the stockings was imprinted.

Finally? ERER removed the bl*ck stockings from his legs - a complete pair? very elastic. She and XINGGAN each grabbed one end? scooping the l*ttle dwarf in. The stockings wrapped around him? tightening? he struggled inside? but the fabric only tightened him more. They lifted him up? shook him? like netting a fish.

Then the stockings were pulled open? his head emerged. ERER extended her socked foot in front of him? the shoes already off? the bl*ck stockings' toes pressing against his mouth. "Clean it," she said? her voice calm as if commanding a servant to wipe the table.

He trembled and extended his tongue. The nylon texture of the stockings rubbed against his tongue? with a smell of sweat? dust? and the chemical smell from the heel bottom. He l*cked, from the toes to the arches, and then to the heel, covering every inch. XINGGAN extended her flesh-c*lored stockings feet as well, alternating and allowing him to clean them one by one.

They didn't speak; they merely occasionally adjusted the angle of their feet or used their toes to pry open his teeth, allowing him to l*ck deeper. The time p*ssed slowly, with only the faint sound of his tongue rubbing against the stockings and his own suppressed sobs.

When both feet were l*cked clean, they poured him out of the stockings. He collapsed on the ground, covered with the marks of the stockings, the imprints of the high heels, and the sheen of saliva. ERER and XINGGAN put on their high heels again, the heel strikes on the floor were crisp, gradually fading away.

Leaving him alone on the floor, curled up into a small b*ll.

Pantyhose Domination Giantess 18 & 19 Yrs Old 3dvr180 ERER XINGGAN Stockings with high heels covering humiliation bugs 1 with C4s.com