Trampling Justin again
I couldn’t help it. I had such a shitty day at college and needed to unwind. My girlfriend had her period and I really needed to have sex.... so I called Justin the doormat. I had trampled him once and it had been fun but I left it at that. He was excited and called me ‘sir’ and ‘Master Sam’ and he would love to serve me.
I went to his house and the door was open, as he had said. He was on his back in the hallway and when I entered all the doubts about doing this again ebbed away. I was wearing the most dirty sneakers, my oldest yeezys, i had forgotten all about that and stepped on his face and to his chest and the power i felt rushed trough me. I cannot explain this but he became a thing to me, an object. He just looked up at me with fear and excitement and i spat in his face, rubbed my soul in it and he licked my yeezys. I got hard from his submission and wanted to hurt him a bit as his whole face was turning black from the dirt of my soles. It made me laugh, him licking every bit of dirt fom my sneakers and swallowing it.
I hesitaded for a second but i wanted to feelhis balls under my feet.... so I stepped on them. It must have hurt him because he yelled and rolled a bit and I nearly fell off but I stood firm. I felt them under my feet and his moans and cries just turned me on... i needed this. He had to suffer this pain for me so I could release the stress, i rocked back and forth on his cock and balls and jerked myself. I was sohard but his moaning annoyed me so I took of one shoe and put my sock in his mouth to shut him up.
Now i felt free to do as I pleased an stomped and crushed his balls. It felt so powerful and so good And when I came I shot my load in his face and stepped off. When i looked at him I was sorry a bit.... he was in pain and full of footsteps.... but he said he had liked it a lot. He asked me if i would maken him come too but i did not want to step on him again. He brought me a drink and kissed and worshippd my feet whilst he helped himself and I texted my girlfriend. When he came I left.
You know what the werd thing is? I am a kind person and wouldn’t hurt a fly but trampling him makes me feel so good....