Israfla dolu bir mideyle ezildi

I decide he needs a little extra help getting it down. I make him lie down on his back and I trample his stomach until he is about to burst. For the second half of the clip, I step all over the tiny small slave, full of Goddess waste, just powerless under the crushing weight of my sharp platform heels. I'm 110 kg on top of a full toilet meal, compressing his stomach and pushing all the food through his digestive tract. If he needs help digesting, I'm happy to serve. In face, I tell him that I'm probably going to start doing this trample routine after every meal. The slave is left scarred and bruised for a week after the filming of this clip. I plan to keep these bruises up as the meals become more and more frequent.