Welcome our new model, Jessy Scar! I met this beauty at a rave. I was amazed by by her dancing, her every move, so I've asked her, wether she would fancy my body as the dance floor. Lucky for all of us, she said yes, and in fact, she loved the idea. So instead of an after, we ended up in our studio, me lying on the floor, her standing on my neck. Her socks were tempting wet and her feet smelt like a raver girls feet ought to smell after a party, vinegary and strong. The smell was so delicious it almost brought tears to my eyes. And yet, what I loved most about it wasn't the smell of her sw...

Welcome our new model, Jessy Scar! I met this beauty at a rave. I was amazed by by her dancing, her every move, so I've asked her, wether she would fancy my body as the dance floor. Lucky for all of us, she said yes, and in fact, she loved the idea. So instead of an after, we ended up in our studio, me lying on the floor, her standing on my neck. Her socks were tempting wet and her feet smelt like a raver girls feet ought to smell after a party, vinegary and strong. The smell was so delicious it almost brought tears to my eyes. And yet, what I loved most about it wasn't the smell of her sweaty feet, but her sheer mercilessness. She didn't care at all that a living human being was writhing in agony beneath her feet, or that at any moment she might break my neck or cheekbone. She just kept jumping and stomping in her joyful cruelty, and somehow always ended up with her full weight on my neck. Even as an experienced trample victim, I was afraid for my very life under her soles. She absolutely loved the experience too, so definitely more of her coming soon!